[ Unlike others, Jack finds the sensations leading up to this moment where he stands to fight a child unfamiliar. He's never felt pain like it, and he never wants to. But in a part of him, there's briefly a question. He may not have experienced any of it himself, but he knows people that have. Some of them linger on the edges of his consciousness, too indistinct for him to latch onto, but that question in his mind is distinct enough for one person.

Had it been like this for Angel?

But the question disappears as it always does when he starts to doubt what he had done. He doesn't allow himself self-doubt, not in that area, and so when he stands facing a girl, he's almost glad for the distraction. He recognizes her just as distantly, but who she is doesn't exactly matter. Jack stares back at her and that murderous expression, but he holds his hands up with a half-scoff. ]

Woaaaaah there, kiddo. Slow your roll for a minute. Don't personally make a habit of hurting kids when I don't have to, so c'mon, you'll make me look like the bad guy here.