Pomni froze, looking at her trembling palms. Jax stood a little ways off, casually tossing a gun in his hand. Pomni: Hey, Jax?.. Jax: Oh, no. Not that tone. If you start spewing an existential crisis right now, I'm warning you: I'm allergic to it. I'll literally break out in a rash of sarcasm. Pomni: We almost... We were so close to everything going wrong today. Kane is barely keeping it all under control. She finally turns to him, her pinpoint pupils changing shape chaotically. Pomni: What will you do if tomorrow... well, if I fade away?

Jax freezes. For a second, his perpetual smirk seems like a frozen mask, but then he relaxes, adopting the most lazy pose possible. He pauses, looking somewhere past her. Jax: I'll get over this. And honestly? I'll probably just forget about you. Pomni: Forget... Just like that? Jax: Exactly. He walks away without looking back. For a moment, his hand clenches into a fist, but then he begins whistling a cheerful, off-key tune, leaving Pomni alone in silence.