He feels for himself, he recalls the confusion, the being lost during this and most of all he was alone. "You're lost and alone, or at least you feel it. I know it. I was there.." Jack looks at the gun that the other Jack picked up.

"I'll take care of the brains problems." Jack's worried about the one thing of this Jack. "I was alone when for each death. If you would like..." Jack steps down and he looks at the other Jack. "I can make sure you're not alone." Oh, to hell about things like paradoxes as if this universe isn't a paradox on its own.

He laughs at the tone of the younger Jack. "Oh, how much I miss those days when I could be a total asshole and a smart ass. This entire being the big responsible boss thing... it has it's moments."