Ah, it fell into place then. Glen assumed the water had been poisoned first, but then he wouldn't have had those symptoms before he drank the water which only left the candy.

"You poisoned the candy?" he leaned his head into Jack's chest, still feeling too weak to hold himself up. He wished he'd finished the job, that Glen might die and then forget when he came back, or better, not come back-it was all so tiring anyway, living again and again and again. It was so much more worse here. His power was next to meaningless here. There was nothing fun to do, no people to manipulate, no places to go, no love to spend time with. This was hell, and he wanted nothing more than to go home.

"Are you done then? We're even?" He assumed that might be the case considering Jack had given him the antidote.