"I just don't like it here," says Jack, which is completely true if not the complete truth.

He spent so much time and effort here trying to get into Ryan's office, thinking everything was okay and he could go back home once he'd beaten the bad guy, that Atlas had any intention of helping him get home, that he had a home to go to. And for what? To find out he was a - a - a hand-puppet. A half-baked science experiment. Made by Atlas, who didn't even exist. And to get ~talked into~ killing apparently his dad while he had to watch and couldn't do anything--

God, even if the uh ould-way ou-yay indly-kay room wasn't here, it'd still be a place full of horrors. It's hitting him all at once and he's not even in the trophy room yet.

Jack scowls darkly at the floor to cover his upset.