"You killed someone?" She wasn't sure what to do with that information. She'd realized that Jack had hurt people in the past but she hadn't ever thought that it was real. It wasn't something that she'd had to tangibly face.

It was terrifying.

"Another time." Her palm cupped his cheek as tears welled at the corner of her eyes. "We'll go on a nice date another time. You can look nice then. For now we should talk. Are you okay? Are you still hurt? You-" She swallowed. "Did you really die? Like when- like when I was taken..." It wasn't something she thought about and it was hard for her to shape the words.