24.Believing
He walks with us, but still somehow apart. At night he wakes, the sweat beading on his brow, and terror on his face. He caught me watching once, and in the light of the alien moon he wiped his eyes and looked at me.
We can never give back those lives he took, but we can find some measure of peace within ourselves. Through it all, Jack fought until finally he prevailed.
I doubted, but only because I was lost. He drew me back from the edge and saved me.
My trust in him is rekindled and grows ever stronger.