[A hint of cold anger might return to Jack's eyes, but it's more a rictus reaction to this observation, tempered with a need to understand this as best he can. Know thy enemy, it would appear.]

So, what does that mean, she got dragged into this against her will and so it ain't right to judge her? Not sure if that makes the situation better or worse, but I might be inclined to give her some slack. Only so much though.

'Spose I can spare her to see that she pays for crimes, but I still want to be the one to strike the blow that dispatches her to hell. Maybe even anyone who for whatever fool reason decides to support her, and there's bound to be that opportunist who does. [The coldness that's crept into his voice hints that he's done similar things in similar circumstances.]

[Yet, the talk of kids. even weird ones, makes the warrior relax for the moment.]

Hah. Sounds like this fortune-telling girl I've crossed paths with, carries a tarot deck and I suspect she doesn't age for some reason, since she always looks more or less the same. Guess the talent and the insight to go with it make 'em a little more out of the ordinary.

Guess we were both a bit in the wrong, in what we said to each other, in not at least trying to see it through the other's eyes. I just hope he comes back soon, it's getting cold out there.