During his mortal days, Jack was once afraid of death like many. But he found himself longing for it upon gaining immortality. However, over time, he learned to appreciate life.

That is, until now.

Watching you wither away in the hands of time made him curse fate or whatever god there was. You, a mortal, were inevitably consumed by time and eventually death. You were getting old.

"I'm here," he says ever so softly as he takes your frail hand into his.