Jack glanced up at the Master through heavy and veiled eyelids. It had taken many months to break him to this stage on the Valiant, but here in the recesses of his own mind he broke so much quicker. He had nowhere to hide, nowhere to retreat back to the safety of his own thoughts.

"And what, that's supposed to bother me, is it?" he scoffed at him, "Do what you want, I don't care."

That was the best way, he thought, act as though he didn't care. That always infuriated him on the Valiant, he expected it would now.