Jack froze. The question had hit him like a ton of bricks. David had also seemed to react, pausing his attempts to pry open the chamber door. Both men glanced at each other, eyes meeting for just the smallest second before they both quickly looked away.
"I... I would not know what to do," Jack sighed, earning him a look of concern from David.
"I would probably cry like a baby," David chuckled.
"You would?" Jack asked.
"Well yeah, you're practically my best friend," David smiled. Jack felt his ice cold heart sink a little after hearing David's wording, but he refused to let it show on his face. What would Jack do if David was murdered? Would he just mope around? Doesn't sound like something he'd do.
"Actually, I would try avenging you," Jack stated.
"Hm?" David was obviously confused.
"I would track down your murderer and make them suffer," Jack said with a smile. Oh dear... That was his torture smile. Something that seemed less intimidating from afar, but this close? David was silently fearing for his own life.
"O-Oh," David stuttered. Jack, hearing the slight tremble in David's voice, snapped out of his glorious avenging fantasy.
"David? Is something wrong?" He asked.
"N-Nothing!" David squeaked, secretly wishing the timer would hurry up.