Jack nodded after she mulled that one over for a minute. "I could see that. Specific someones and not a general somebody-out-there like a damn Disney song," she said slowly. "I'm a control freak. Don't think I could fuckin' stand having something missing from my memory. Got one thing like that and some days it drives me goddamn insane."

She wasn't exaggerating.

"The only reason I don't go off the damn rails over that is because people I trust know. They know the truth of it and they've told me I don't have to carry that." Jack shrugged, "I could. I've carried worse. Knowing what it is, though, it hurts them. To know it'd be in my head. I wouldn't care. I almost never care. But they do. Some days, that's the fucking worst. To know that my shit's living in their heads. Not in mine. Not where it belongs."

That mattered. She wasn't even sure why. It just did.