Jack is your enemy. But he patches you when you come in with injuries, because there is no one else to take care of you except Jack. And here you are once again sitting in his room when he puts bandages on your deep wound. He was not in the mood, but you were injured...

"God, are you so clumsy?..Sometimes I have a hard time believing that you are a murderer."

Jack finished with your hand and knelt down, took your leg and began to process it.