She spoke to him. Not about what he was doing, but about the world. Did it really matter what he was doing? Jack was dramatic, that was all there was too it. But with good reason. He was scarred and it sucked that's all he knew. He dropped his arm with the knife in it as she stared at him. "What do you know? I've seen plenty of the world and all of the darkness in it. The agony, the terror, the rage. You don't even know." He was suddenly mad at her. A side-effect of the torture was his uncontrollable emotions. However, when he noticed she was trying to get up and failing he felt a mixture of concern and amusement. It was funny to see her struggle.

"You need to be more careful." He walked over to her and pulled her onto her feet, holding her up. "Are you trying to leave, cuz I can help you if you want..." Jack had already forgotten that he was mad at her. 

"I know I'm a pain in the ass sometimes, but I don't mind helping you if you need help."