"I." John looked studiously at his cup. "I. At one point I might of agreed with what you used to think. Anything. Anyone who got in the way of reaching what I wanted. Hell. Even Jack himself. He got in my way of my goal, he wouldn't let me have him, and I killed him. At least I thought I had. It still matters, even though everyone comes back. Ends not justifying means and all that." He was rambling around the subject but he sort of knew what he was getting at.
"'M sure if you talked to Jamie again and explained, he'd understand."