“Yeah, just might take a bit of time, but I think we can,” he nodded with a smile, his magnifying glass atop his head falling forward. “Oh!” Jack blinked, on eye seeming smaller and the other seeming larger from Parker’s point of view. Chuckling softly, he pushed them back up. “Until then, we’ll just have to make the best of it and keep trying.”
“Right now though,” he said moving over to the board and flipping it over to show a list of types of wounds. Burns, cuts, scraps, bruises. All with an amount of time next to them. “I need help in finding out if I can die or not. This will help in the long run, I promise,” Jack said looking back at her. “I was dead before I came here. Never was alive a day in my death, so it would seem logical that since I’m now alive and human, that I can’t die.”
Grabbing a length of rope, he had already tied it off into a noose. “First off, I have burned myself, cut myself, bruised myself, and all of it healed within five minutes. So it would be safe to assume that I can’t die. So the first test, and so far the safest, is to hang myself.” It was like he was going to just mix oil and water to see what floated the way he acted, not like he could seriously get hurt or worse, actually die.