Jack gawked at me.
I panted as that was one long monologue. The dialogue writer isn't paid enough to write such long things.
Jack still stared at me but eventually, he spoke:
"So you won't put out the fire from my dead body?"
I sighed.
"Look, man. If it gets burned, it means it was cremated. And who knows, once that's done, you can go to the afterlife and finally be reborn. And if your body turned to ashes and you are still here, then it means I don't have to carry it around and you can move as far as you want without any limits. So I think your body should burn. It's good for both of us."
"... So you are gaslighting me to let my body burn."
"That's one way to say that. And besides, I can use your body as a meat shield. Your body will burn from the front side and I carry it from the back and Johnson or any other guards won't come near me in the fear of getting burned."
"So this is what you are after. Making me a meat shield? I thought we were friends. I even fist bumped you!"
