He didn't know what was happening to him, the pain that was part of her was now part of him. Every inch of sadness that enveloped her body was slowly filling his. She lost her first love, he knew what that felt like. The fear that you'll never fall again, the simultaneous feelings of hopelessness and pain send pangs through the heart. He looked at her crying, and he wanted to go to to her, hold her long red hair in his hands, kiss her forehead, and tell her the world wasn't over that everything will be alright.
He didn't know why he felt so much for someone who he never spoke to, but it was gravity pulling him toward her, something he could not control. When Jackson awoke again, rejuvenated and reborn he was happy just as she was but a hint of sadness still belonged to him. He couldn't be with her, he couldn't help her get over the pain and the loss. He was happy for her, and sad for himself. For he needed a woman to love him the way Lydia loved Jackson, someone to tell him it's okay no matter how much of a monster he'd become. She was beautiful, she was perfect, but she wasn't his and that's what broke him the most.