"Cohen's insane," Jack agrees, "I shouldn't let it bother me."

He jumped at the light, but bent over to read the hazy, glowing text put out by the communicator without moving away.

"I think maybe it's the rest of you, giving me too much credit. I would have killed Fontaine, you know. Not under orders, and not to get out or survive or protect anyone. I went to kill him because I wanted to."

And then he looked out to sea, because he was afraid to look at the man sitting beside him, even if he couldn't see the expression on his face.