It's quieter than before, the sounds of fighting dulled and subdued.

Serph's not sure what has Jack so concerned. He's well aware of his limited knowledge; that seems logical when Jack has lived at least forty of his lifetime.

But being afraid of hurting him? Everything running perfectly smoothly is the realm of those without emotion. Pain without hurt. Accomplishment without joy. Having arguments seems like a perfectly normal part of interpersonal relationships, even from what he's seen of humanity. If anything, humans seem much more confused about their lives than he is.

Serph shakes his head. No, he doesn't understand. "Hurt is the realm of those with emotions."

After all he's been through, it's hard to imagine Jack inflicting pain on him that could rival what he's endured. It's hard to imagine Jack doing anything that was irreversible, something so abhorrent that there could be no forgiveness.

So it's with full confidence that he says calmly, "You can't hurt me in a way that matters."