[The sympathetic glance Jack offers says it all, because he understands, of course. One can't have the military career he did without some measure of loss, and he feels each one acutely. Even though Ana turned out to be alive, Jack was still left with seven long years of her absence, the hurt of it never really subsiding. Even though Overwatch didn't last long after her disappearance, Jack knows he never would have taken on a more permanent second in command. There was no replacing her.
How do you explain to someone what that's like? To have some vital part of you torn away?]
Sorry to hear that.
[But of course it rings hollow. He can barely describe what Ana means to him in human terms; consoling someone who may have felt a similar loss is beyond him entirely.]
Some people, you just can't find anyone else for the job.
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How do you explain to someone what that's like? To have some vital part of you torn away?]
Sorry to hear that.
[But of course it rings hollow. He can barely describe what Ana means to him in human terms; consoling someone who may have felt a similar loss is beyond him entirely.]
Some people, you just can't find anyone else for the job.
[You can't replace them. It's impossible.]