"Its nothing that would require you to give up any sensitive information, I just want your opinion." Jack paused for a few seconds thinking of what to say.
"My self-appointed mission of finding your aunt's notes and releasing them to the world, do you think its possible? I just don't know anymore." Jack sat on the bed but continued.
"I mean the farther we go the more it seems like this is a suicide mission, and I just can't bring myself to order or even suggest that they give up their lives for my personal quest. I just keep thinking I should get you all out of this city and then sneak back in to continue on my own. I don't even know if any of you even want to do this." Jack let out a chuckle.
"Maybe I should have left when I had the chance, when it would have been less painful for all involved. You all could have tried to find your families and escaped while I go on my suicide mission with maybe Ryan because of his condition. I'm not helping any of you in any way, and I just seem to get us all closer to death's grip every time I try and help. I mean all of you have survival skills. Lisa is basically a combat medic, Ivan is a walking tank, you are an expert in the field of what we both know caused this and a computer genius, Hayley is a sharpshooter and can fit into spaces smaller than any of us, We all know what Ryan can do, your sister is the glue holding this all together with her humor and intelligence, and I'm just the black horseman of the apocalypse with the seal half open. What the fuck have I ever contributed that none of you couldn't have? I just don't know anymore...I just don't know."