Jack closes his eyes for a second and nods along in understanding. "Kind of sad that someone your age has seen the same sorts of things I have. Friend of mine would be saying that you shouldn't have to deal with war and death," Jack breathes out a long sigh and stretches out some on the bed. He opens his eyes again, looks back up at Zack seriously. "But when the time comes that you've got to do a job, who are we to turn away?"

"Thank you. Again. It's- a nice feeling. For someone to care."