[There's something about the way North speaks that makes Jack's head clear, clearing as much as it had that night in the kitchen of House 12. He must have done something huge after the crevice in Antarctica if North believes in him that much, even if he doesn't know what that something is. He reaches up to rub the back of his neck, shifting from foot to foot.]
...Thanks, North. [There's a pause.] I'm glad someone does.
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...Thanks, North. [There's a pause.] I'm glad someone does.