"I don't want to think about it either," Carl agrees, meeting Jack's eyes with a storm-clouded gaze of his own. "Especially the fact that there probably wasn't a damn thing I could do t'help you. Trust me, s'not something I'm enjoying considering."

He sighs, frustrated with himself.

"But...that don't change the fact that we're supposed to fight shit like this together."

Anything else just feels wrong.