Jack grabbed at Dradel's hand, looking down to see what it was doing. Jack saw it's mouth opening, and he was going to start struggling when he simply gave up. He let go, let his head hang back and he accepted that there was nothing he could do. Jack closed his eyes. "I dreamed of coming home..." he said quietly, "I just wasn't prepared to face what followed me there..." Jack didn't care if it was going to eat him. He didn't care if he'd see it when he woke up. He didn't care if it was actually going to destroy him. Jack no longer cared about anything, he was apathetic to his entire existence, and death would come and release him from his tortured life once and for all when it was time for it all to be over.