His entire body tensed up when Kira mentioned Jo. "I see her all the time," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. When he slept. Sometimes at night, when he was staring out into the dark. She'd be there. But only for half a second. Then he'd realize that it was just him and his mind. Playing tricks all over again. He got quiet for a moment before he lifted his gaze back up to the pair, fingers still clutching tightly at his weapon. He didn't know what to think anymore. There were two friggin Power Rangers in front of him, for fuck's sake, and they were rambling on about some vengeance demons and multiple Sam's and the only thing that he could think about doing was walking away and dropping off of the nearest building, because then maybe he'd stop seeing fictional characters that liked to tell him about things that didn't exist. Maybe.
He twisted his head to the side and glared off at Jack as soon as he mentioned Sam being alive. "I had him. I almost had him. But then that son of a bitch came and ruined everything."