This is weird this is weird this is so fucking weird, but he manages to cram all that down, just play along, how much harm can this do really, surely less than the harm of breaking it all down. He eats the soup slowly - it's surprisingly good for a dream construct, warm and nourishing or whatever, maybe lost souls get hungry, maybe it's all psychosomatic, who cares.

The question is a bit of a problem, because he can't keep himself from looking up at her, hollow-eyed and dead inside (dead outside too now ha ha).

"Not really," he says. He doesn't know what the real Jack would say. He was never a good actor.