Doesn' matter. You were still there an' I was better off for it. He'd been a lot steadier and had more faith in himself with Jackson left. It had hurt, yes, but life went on. And it went on well for him.

He reaches up, stroking his fingers through Jackson's hair. Mush. Yer here now. 'At means yer partly me responsibility. An' they don' know what I'm capable of, yet, neither. They've gotten tastes, but I ain't 'sactly let loose, neither. And if he did, it might take out most of the building. He'd really rather not. But I'm gonna see if we can talk 'em down first. An' if we can't, then we use the PINs an' get somewhere quieter.