[The good thing, Jack supposes, is that they have thirty years of shared experiences to draw from. Even functioning as part of an impossibly close-knit team, Jack is full of stories that only he and Ana would know. It takes him only a moment to think of one.]

I got shot evacuating Giza after we quarantined Anubis.

[A stray bastion unit, one that should have shut down with the God Program. Jack pulls up his compression shirt to reveal the scar--a clean entry wound, where the bullet ripped straight through his abdomen. Incapacitating even for a super soldier.

He doesn't understand why all of his scars are still intact--surely a genuine resurrection is impossible--but he's glad he still has them, if only for this.]

You waited with me while the rest of them brought in the drop ship. Bled all over your gear. You said if I lived you'd take me to Hawaii the next time we got a vacation.

[It's something that happened in another life, but it brings a wistful smile to his face all the same.]

I never went.