Jack's jaw tightens through that whole nothing more than a tool part, because wow, Sinclair, way to tell it like it is. But he listens. He listens to all of it, with growing... well, honestly, growing astonishment.

He hasn't thought about that angle a whole lot, and he certainly didn't expect to hear it said to him. And it's difficult to buy, especially right off the bat -- but if Sinclair really believes it, that's got to be worth something.

God, but he wishes Sinclair was right.

"I didn't, though," he says; and he's finally forced the crying away but the sound of it is still heavy on his voice. "I didn't. I don't know how to -- decide right. I'm not... quick enough, I can't make things happen, I... just do what I'm told." Didn't Fontaine say as much, and a lot less nicely? Didn't Tenenbaum obviously know it? "I just--" He says the next word like it's something utterly poisonous. "--obey."

He's still talking to the floor, by the way, for what may be the longest speech of his life so far.