{ Truth Serum }

“Why? So I can make myself more like you, mate? More like those other dastardly, cowardly souls which care not for the state in which they leave this place for the next?” Jack knew too much about the other side to want to face it with the amount of corpses on his conscience that were known to weigh down men like Beckett, men like Christophe, “When I kill, mate, you can understand this – the consequences of not killing that person weigh heavier on me and mine than the curse that death will set upon me. You’re a treacherous little worm, a right snake in pretty frills, but it won’t be me who kills you. You make enemies everywhere you go and I would hate to deprive them such a delightful opportunity. As for me – there’s nothing more you can do to me, mate. You’re harmless. Killing you would be a waste of my time and a chain my spirit doesn’t need to walk with.”