Did he really want to tell Jack? He feared coming across as weak, but maybe that weakness would make him seem more human to the kid. He let out a low sigh, body still tensed, as he typed again:

I still hear them in my dreams. The addicts and their yells. What I did was in self-defense, but the nightmares still come.

There was always so much blood.


He showed Jack the device without looking at him, even if his expression was still unreadable under the glowing window of glass.