Jack hadn't realized how little Glen had been sleeping, how little he'd been taking care of himself. He had no goals in this place, and no one to live for. his true love had left him, and the Jack he had loved had been gone nearly ten months now. No, he had nothing but music, notes, and even with those, it was not companion enough. He was suffering, but he had no influence on the powers that be here, no contact with the Abyss or the Will, no options but to wither away.

Had he eaten that morning, it never would have hit him so hard.

Still, it wasn't connecting fully. Perhaps there had been something in the water? He had to check something, still gripping onto Jack, his head bowed low, "Just now, just now did you give me something?" The antidote had been tasteless, and he had not been awake enough to notice what was happening. This was Jack's way out, if he'd take it.