Sorry, still can't cross over space and time, I would if I could.

( Istredd knows that Jack appreciates dry humor, being so very dry himself, and he can tell this is all a lot for him. For anyone, but having so many memories shoved into his head at once must be overwhelming. At least he can help a little with the pain.

He's startled by the grip and wonders for a moment what that means about Sabine at home. It can't mean anything good. It's true he'll always want to see her, but there's a difference. Lucifer has nothing to go back to, for example. He feels a pit in his stomach, worrying about the same thing for her, but it's best Jack knows right now. )

She's still here, she hasn't gone anywhere.

( They could have a continued reunion, but he thinks about how desperate he was when he woke up from new memories. )

Come on, lean on me if you need to for the leg, I'll bring you right to her.