[Shit. He rakes a hand over his face; he'd almost been distracted from it.]

Someone killed a version of me once. Destroyed entire moons, with me and my friends on them. Someone evil and fucked up. He's my nightmare.

[Lord English SHOULD probably be his nightmare, but he's not. Jack destroying Prospit fucked him up. He'd never been so scared in his life, even with the threat of culling hanging over his head.]

What about you?