"Never letting you go," came the reply, breath a little short and voice soft, rough. Jim had heard that determination in him before, but it'd always been directed elsewhere. At the war, at defending folks who needed it, at bullies. Now, it was directed against the world, Jim the focus of it all, and his will was as iron as it ever was.

He'd rip the world apart if he had to. For Jim, he'd tear it all down.