[i][color=crimson]"What am I supposed to do?"[/color][/i]

"You know," He half-winced and half-smirked, "you could've just asked me to stop. I'm fucked up in the head, yes, but I'm not a complete, sadistic fuckwit like Shirley." Jack thought for a moment. "I owe ya my life. I take that at least a bit seriously. I know that stopping my careless murder spree won't change what I've done. But hey, there's gotta be a way to at tone for my sins, amirite?" He stuck his tongue out playfully trying to make light of the situation.

Jack REALLY liked Lexa, but she seemed like she'd never consider him anything but the enemy. "I hate this..." He wasn't sure if he was referring to the pain he felt when he breathed or spoke, or if he meant the fact that she'd never feel anything but disdain toward him. "Sorry, chica, I'm just rambling. Ignore me. How can I be of service, milady?"