"He told me to kill him," Jack blurts out at last, almost cutting Sinclair's question off.

There are a hundred and one good reasons. He can't get the image out of his head. He doesn't want to make his only remaining ally leave by keeping too many secrets. He's just bad at saying no.

The statement hangs heavy on the air, and he doesn't know what to say next.

This is not how he imagined the tearful loving papa-kid reunion would go, Sinclair, you jerk.