He's with Isaac. Just Isaac. No one else. No Atlas, no Fontaine, no Tenenbaum, no Litte Sisters, and no Big Daddies.
Just Isaac, and himself. Whoever he is.
And Isaac's holding him and for a moment it's just too much, all of it, the nightmare, the insomnia, everything, and Jack clutches at Isaac and his breaths take on that desperate quality that's a sure sign he's trying not to cry.]
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He's with Isaac. Just Isaac. No one else. No Atlas, no Fontaine, no Tenenbaum, no Litte Sisters, and no Big Daddies.
Just Isaac, and himself. Whoever he is.
And Isaac's holding him and for a moment it's just too much, all of it, the nightmare, the insomnia, everything, and Jack clutches at Isaac and his breaths take on that desperate quality that's a sure sign he's trying not to cry.]