[ He goes quiet again, watching the birds uselessly peck at Jack's prosthetic until they too give up. A feather, dislodged from the earlier scuffle, blows toward him, and he reaches out to take it in his hand, running his thumb over the soft strands - he doesn't have a proper word for them. ]

You're my friend, Jack, and I love you. But you... I felt like I wouldn't ever make you believe that.

[ He didn't know what else to do. Another beat, then: ]

I am only here because of god's will. I'll never dream of another future in my own world, because I don't have one. I - just needed to do something selfish here. I'm sorry it hurt you.

[ That's all he can say. ]