Striker: Look, wimp, guilty and innocent aren't our business. We're assassins, not charity workers. Killing a target... (shoots to the woman's face in the photo) Now pick a bloody target before I throw you out the window.
Striker to Moxxie after they are captured.
Moxxie: Thank satan you're awake! We're in deep shit!
Striker: You think? Moxxie, I swear, if those bloody humans don't kill you, I will!
Moxxie: Hey, you can't blame me for us getting caught!
Striker: Oh, really? None of this would be happening if I had hit the target and been done with it! God damn it, Moxxie, I had a clean shot and you made me miss!
Moxxie: H-How can you kill a mother and leave orphaned children when you have a kid yourself?!
Striker: Because that's what we were paid for, for Satan's sake!
Striker promises to hit Moxxie when the job is done.
Striker: (angrily) Moxxie, when we're out of this ordeal, I'm going to fucking pummel you.
After Striker hits Moxxie.
Moxxie: What the fuck, Striker?!
Striker: I keep my promises, Mox.
Vol. 2: Loo Loo Land
Striker agreeing with Moxxie over finding theme park mascots disturbing.
Striker: I agree with Moxxie. (Millie, Jake and Moxxie look at him in disbelief) As incredible as it sounds.
Jake asks for an expensive stuffed dragon.
Jake: Dad, look! (presses his face against the window to look at a stuffed dragon) Can I have one?
Striker: (looks at the price) Absolutely not.
Jake: Whyy?
Striker: 400 souls for a doll you'll end up throwing away? Don't you wanna throw away all of my salary, since you're on it?
Jake: Meanie.
Striker reacts to finding the theme park on fire.
Striker: Really, Blitz? I leave you alone for a second and you screw the damn place up?
Striker and Jake after they return home.
Jake: Best… Day… Ever…
Striker: (drops unto the couch) We're taking the rest of the week off, kiddo. If Blitz calls, tell him Bombproof has a cold or something like that, but I'm not moving from this couch.
Jake: (snuggles with his father) Thanks for taking me to Loo Loo Land, daddy.
Striker: I'd say 'anytime' if the park hadn't been reduced to ashes.
Vol. 3: Nerd
Striker shares some of his past with Moxxie.
Striker: I cherish it, you know. It used to belong to someone who was very dear to me. Nowadays I rarely use it, though. So it's more like a memento.
Moxxie: Then you have used it.
Striker: Well, I wasn't always a farmhand, little fella. Let's say I'd make a living as a hitman. Whenever people wanted someone dead, they'd call me. Kind of what you guys do at I.M.P., but down here in Hell. (sighs) Then my… priorities shifted.
Moxxie: ...Jake.
Striker: (nods) When Jake was born, I realized that kind of job endangered both my and his life on a nearly daily basis, so I had to retire and find a safer job. It's not as exciting as the thrill of shooting people's brains out of their skulls, but it puts bread on the table.
Moxxie's reaction to being called a nerd.
Moxxie: Who're you calling a nerd?!
Striker: Bowtie, fragile arms, pushover, you're afraid of a mere rooster. Should I continue?
Moxxie: For your information, I'm not afraid of the rooster! ...I simply don't like the idea of getting infected with the avian flu, thank you very much.
Striker: Nerd.
Moxxie: I'm not a nerd!
Vol. 4: Spring Broken
Striker learns of Jake reading his porno magazines.
Jake: I mean, I've seen her in dad's porno magazines, but- (covers his mouth as Striker looks at him in shock.) Just to clarify, dad, I didn't read. I skipped!
Striker: I'll talk with you about this later.
Striker inquires Blitzo about Verosika.
Striker: Hey, Blitz, what did you do to Verosika Mayday for her to hate your guts like that?
Blitzo: It was nothing, really! I merely borrowed her credit card when she was still sleeping and went to Wrath to take horse riding lessons!
Striker: Well, no wonder she's so mad.
Blitzo: Hey, you're supposed to be on my side.
Striker: (shrugs) Sorry, but you're on your own when it comes to relationships.
Striker's reaction to Jake saying the word orgy.
Jake: What does orgy mean?
Striker spits into Moxxie's face in shock
Blitzo: (clears his throat awkwardly) Let's say it's something you aren't supposed to know about for at least ten years. Now-
Striker: (grabs Jake by the shoulders) Where did you learn that word?!
Jake: One of Verosika Mayday's songs is called 'Orgy' and I got curious.
Striker: And where did you hear the song?
Jake: Loona was listening to it.
Loona: (shrugs as Striker glares at her) What? It's just a song.
Striker and Millie find Jake and Moxxie drunk.
Striker: That boy is in so much trouble! Hey, Mildred! Have you seen Jake 'round here?
Millie: He and Moxxie are inside one of these barrels!
Striker: What? What the fuck are they doing in there?!
Nearby barrel wobbles. Striker kicks it, spilling out the drunken Moxxie and Jake
Millie: Moxxie!
Striker: Jake!
Moxxie: Millieee! Hey, when did you get four heads? I wanna kiss 'em!
Striker: (grabs Jake by the shoulders) Jake? Are you okay, kiddo? Answer me, boy!
Jake: (''in-between drunken hiccups) Hey, daddy! This water's soo tasty! Can I have more?
Striker: (rubs his temple) Wonderful. My kiddo's drunk and he's only nine.
Moxxie: (giggling) Chill out, cowboy! Just don't tell Striker 'cause he'll make a fuss!
Vol. 5: Mom
Jake's hangover
Striker: Good, you're awake.
Jake: D-Dad...? (throws up in the toilet)
Striker: You feel like shit, right? That's what happens when you drink a little too much.
Jake: D-Drink..? What are you…? Ow, my head…
Striker: You and Moxxie got thrown inside a beer barrel during yesterday's job. Evidently, you two drank too much
Jake: (shrinks) Am I in trouble, dad?
Striker: Nah, it wasn't really yer fault this time 'round, pup. Sides, I think the hangover is punishment enough. Come on, let's get you cleaned up.
Striker finally tells Jake about his mother.
Striker: Jake, I… I'm sorry for yellin' at you. I had a… complicated day and seein' that photo in Blitzo's grasp reopened an old wound, so I… I took it out on you.
Jake: Who's that woman?
Striker: ...Her name was Jane. She's your mother.
Jake: (sits up in bed) That's mom?
Striker: Yes… (smiles sadly at photo) She was a wild-spirited, passionate woman, my killin' partner, and the love of my life. We'd travel and take killin' jobs throughout the seven rings together.
Jake: What happened to her?
Striker: (smile vanishes) ...She got ill and passed away shortly after you were born. You were just a baby, so it's normal for you to not remember her. (smiles sadly at Jake as he wipes a tear running down his cheek) But she left me the greatest gift she could give me: you, son
Jake: (hugs his father, sniffling) I wish I could have met her
Striker: She'd be proud of her little man, no doubt. You remind me of her quite a lot, my boy.
Jake: Really?
Striker: You have her same spirit, the same fire in yer eyes, her determination. (smirks) And her knack at gettin' in trouble, I may add.
Jake: Hey!
Vol. 6: Jake
Striker's promise to Jake.
Striker: (smiles down at the baby sadly). Guess it'll be just you and me, pup. But don't worry, my little Jake. Daddy will always be there for you no matter what. I promise.
Vol. 7: C.H.E.R.U.B.
Discussion over to the events in Vol. 1
Striker: We're not paid to care about the client's reasons for wantin' people dead. (frowns at Moxxie)
Moxxie: Oh, come on, I thought we were over it!
Jake: Speak for yourself, I still got nightmares about that crazy woman.
Striker rebukes the Cherubs' first attempt at convincing Lyly to not kill himself.
Striker: What my boy here (pats Jake's head) Means to say is that they ain't showin' ya the whole picture. Do you really think nature is all flowers and bunnies? Keep looking'.
I.M.P. discusses the opera.
Striker and Jake: I hate opera.
Millie: So, how do we make this bad?
Moxxie: We can't. There's literally nothing bad about opera. That's a fact.
Striker: Are you kidding me? Only a geekish shut-in would find listening to a fat lady in a ridiculous costume yelling for three hours straight entertaining.
Moxxie: Who are you calling a shut-in?
Vol. 8: Pilot
Blitzo's 'musical dream rant'
Blitzo: And we're basically doing a musical. Are you gonna crush my musical theatre dreams like my dad did?
Striker rubs his temple
Blitzo: I can't believe you, Striker! It wouldn't have surprised me from Moxxie, but you? After I made you employee of the month!
Striker: Blitz, you can't compare a jingle to musical theatre. Nobody actually likes jingles.
Millie and Jake: I liked it.
Striker: (frowns at Jake) Boy, what have I told you about agreeing with him in front of me?
Blitzo's attempts at stalking Striker and Jake.
Jake: Dad, there's a monster in my closet!
Striker sighs as he goes to Jake's room and pulls Blitzo out of the wardrobe.
Blitzo: Hey, Strike! Loony left me out of the house, so I was wondering if you... (is thrown out the window).
Jake: Dad, we ran out of milk
Striker: That's impossible, I purchased five cartons last week. (shakes milk carton and realizes that it's empty. Gets to his feet.) I'll be right back.
Striker goes offscreen, pummels Blitzo and returns with a new milk carton.
Striker: Found the last one.
Striker makes fun of Moxxie's writing.
Moxxie: And now that we're on it, Striker, will you stop taking my stuff without asking?!
Striker: What's that supposed to mean? (Moxxie points to the pencil he's nibbling on, which has his name) Well, ye can't blame me for not knowin' they're yours, little fella.
Moxxie: Wha-?! They have my fucking name on them!
Striker: (smirks) Sorry, I can't understand your girly writing.
Moxxie: It's cursive!
Vol. 9: The Harvest Moon Festival
Pt. 1
In the morning when IMP is staying at Striker's house
Blitzo: Thanks again for letting us stay at your place, Strike
Striker: (growls) It wasn't like I could refuse, considerin' that ye had already settled inside my house without even asking me.
Millie reunites with Travers
Millie: (hugs Travers) Travster, I can't believe it! I never thought I'd find you here!
Travers: Indeed, Milsie! You're still as pretty as tough as ever, doll.
Moxxie: (coughs) Millie, do you know this gentleman?
Millie: Oh, right! Travster, this is Moxxie, my husband. Mox, this is Travers.
Travers: Ah, you're the fortunate imp that won Milsie's heart. (subtly crushes Moxxie's hand) You're so lucky, little dude. I hope you're makin' her happy or I'll feed you to the Hellboars.
Travers and Striker meet again
Travers: My, my, Hell is a small place, after all. Greetings, Striker.
Striker: (hissing) Travers
Moxxie: No way, you know him too?!
Striker: Unfortunately, yes.
Travers: Looks like someone's still sore about losin' the Musical Showcase
Striker: You stole my song, you fuckin' cheater!
Travers: Well, perhaps ya shouldn't sing yer entry out in the open the next time.
Striker: Why, you-!
Pt. 2
After Moxxie breaks the urn of the ashes of Millie's grandma
Millie: Are you okay, Mox?
Moxxie: Oh, I'm fine! I just desecrated your grandmother's remains and your mom nearly killed me, but I'm fine!
Millie explains why she broke up with Travers
Millie: I realized we wanted different things. He was raised the old-fashioned way and expected me to just be a stay-at-home mom while he was the one who brought the bread to the table, but I wanted more than that. We started to have problems because of it, and around that time I met you.
After Travers wins the Nightmare Derby
Blitzo: I never thought I'd see you lose at anything, Strike.
Striker: Just to make it clear, he only won on a technicality!
Jake: It doesn't matter, dad. At least you're better at singing!
Travers: I'd like to dedicate a song to my lovely Millie
Striker spits on his drink as Travers starts to sing Sweet Victory
Striker: Son of a-!
Jake: Dad, what's wrong?
Striker: That's my song! That bloody, cheating' dick is doin' it again!
Pt. 3
Striker tells Moxxie about Jake's grandfather
Moxxie: H-Hey, Striker, Travers mentioned something about a grandfather...
Striker: It's a long story, Mox, I don't really think now's the time for that.
Moxxie: Well, I need something to keep me conscious.
Striker: Fine. That pompous dick is my wife's poppa, but he never acted like it. He cut her off for marryin' me, but now he comes out of the blue and claims he wants to meet Jake.
Moxxie: That sucks.
Striker: Exactly. He had nine fuckin' years to at least try to be a decent grandpa, but he never did. So he has no right to come and demand that I let him be near my boy.
Millie confronts Travers
Travers: Milsie, I... I thought you went to the ceremony with yer parents.
Millie: I was going to, but then I noticed that you were carrying the angelic rifle. Striker never lends that weapon to anyone, and he certainly wouldn't lend it to you of all people either. (narrows her eyes) What did you do to Moxxie and Striker?
Travers: (smiles and leans against the window casually) Don't worry, Milsie, they're okay. Let's just say I just temporally made sure they'd stay out of the way.
Millie: (sadly) Why, Travers? I trusted you
Travers: Oh, Milsie. This has nothin' to do with you, doll. I merely took a well-paid job and I needed to lend Striker's rifle to do it. Surely you of all people would understand, right?
Millie: Oh, and taking a child hostage is part of the job too?
Travers: I wasn't goin' to lay a finger on him, Milsie, you know me better than that.
Millie: That's what I thought.
Vol. 10: Truth Seekers
Blitzo, Moxxie and Striker are interrogated by Agents One and Two
Agent Two: (to Moxxie) Finally awake, huh, little fella. Your partners have been a while now.
Striker: Hey, hey, there's only one person that can call him little fella, and it's me.
Blitzo: Look, shitbag, it takes a lot to keep me down alright. I took a fuck ton of tranquilizers in the college I dropped out of. Also, I've been strapped nipple first with a car battery, so I- (is interrupted by a lamp being pulled close to his face)
Agent One: (to Striker) Tell us, demon scum. Who do you work for? Satan?
Striker: Sorry, but that information is classified. You know, client confidentiality and all that shit.
After Jake singlehandedly kills a group of humans
Loona: What the fuck, Jake?! You could have gotten yourself killed!
Millie: Jakey, are you alright?! Are you hurt?!
Jake: I'm fine. They never stood a chance.
Loona: Holy motherfuck, Jake... I never thought you capable of this...
Jake: (grins) Well, duh. Dad taught me.
Striker finally reacts to the truth serum
Striker: SHUT THE FUCK UP, THE TWO OF YOU! I swear to Satan, you two are worse than a three-year-old impling throwing a tantrum! Sometimes I feel like I am the only adult here!
Blitzo: Oh, well, sorry for not being up to your standards, cowboy! Perhaps you should be in charge of I.M.P.!
Striker: Well, maybe the company would actually move forward if I were in charge, considerin' that I don't waste the payment from jobs in stupid My Little Pony dolls!
Blitzo: You-! You take that back, asshole!
Blitzo questions Striker's parenthood methods
Blitzo: And now that we're on it, maybe you should take shitty lessons on how to be a more responsible father!
Striker: (darkly) What did you just say?
Blitzo: You left Jakey teary-eyed earlier today, and I haven't forgotten that you yelled at him over something that wasn't his fault weeks ago! You made him cry, Striker, that's unforgivable!
Striker: You are the last person who can come and give me a sermon about how to be a father.
Blitzo: Oh, I bloody can, as a father to another!
Striker: You, a father? Pickin' up an adult Hellhound and just callin' her daughter barely qualifies as being a father, Blitzo.
Blitzo: She might not have come out of a fucking girl I knocked up with my sperm, but she's still my daughter!
Striker: If 'knocking up a girl with sperm' is what you define as bein' a father, you're seriously in the hole. A real father is the one who has been with their children their entire lives, changin' their diapers, holdin' them when they cry, encouragin' them as they're learnin' to ride a horse. A father does what's necessary to protect his children and do what they think it's best for them. Have you done any of those things with Loona or if she just a pet?
After Striker unknowingly started crying
Striker: Has it ever occurred to ya, to any of ya, that I might be puttin' up a front? That the 'strong, manly badass' might be tryin' to hide his vulnerability? Just 'cause I don't openly show it doesn't mean I can't feel hurt in my entrails. You have no idea of the shit I've been through in all my life, all of the things I've had to bottle up in my chest for years! And do you know why?! Because I have a nine-year-old child who has no one in the world but me, and I have to be strong because he needs someone to rely on!
That boy means the world to me. He's perhaps the one thing I've ever done right in my life, he's what gives me the strength to keep movin' forward. If I ever lost him, I... I wouldn't... I don't know what I'd do if... You have no idea what it is to worry about yer kid every single day, wonderin' what could happen if you let him out of yer sight for a fraction of second... His mother... She asked me to raise 'im well before she passed... I do my best, but... Sometimes I wonder if it'll be enough...
Vol. 11: The Blood Countess
Striker's reunion with Bathory
Bathory: Striker? Sweet Satan, who would have thought? (picks him up) My, you certainly have grown! That mustache looks so hot on you, my little peach!
Striker: (embarrassed) M-Ma'am, I'd thank ya if ye could put me down.
Bathory's job offer to I.M.P.
Striker: Prince Stolas said that ye had a job offer for us, ma'am.
Bathory: Straight to the point, huh, Striker? You haven't changed at all. Indeed, I have a little favor to ask of your little company. As you know, my little peach, around this year all of Dis's Overlords gather and have their soldiers and warriors participate in a tournament. And since you were freed from my services, none of my underlings has been able to fill in your shoes, I'm afraid.
Moxxie: So you want us to... participate in the tournament and win?
Bathory: What a smart companion you have, my little peach. I want you to win this tournament for me this year.
Striker: Ma'am, with all due respect, we only take killing jobs.
Striker reveals his past story with Bathory
Striker: Well, what ya currently know about her is nothing compared to the things I know about that woman. (takes a deep breath) I was her personal bodyguard when I was in my teens. I worked for her for a few years until I managed to purchase my freedom from her services; and during that time, I... Sorry, but workin' for Bathory ain't somethin' I like to remember.
Millie: (places a hand on his arm) You don't have to talk about it, you know.
Blitzo: He definitely does.
Striker: Bathory is known throughout the seven rings, but everyone in Dis and its surroundin' towns knows her better. Remember what the innkeeper said a while ago about bein' outside after dark? Every single demon in born and raised in this city makes sure to heed that warnin'; those who don't, usually outsiders, disappear and are never heard from again. The most common disappearances are hookers, succubi, and young girls... all of them are taken to Bathory's castle, but they never leave.
Moxxie: Why...? Oh, crumbs.
Striker: That's right. The blood she drinks and bathes in comes from those missin' demons. When she was alive she did it to keep herself young and beautiful, but down here in Hell she seemed to do it more out of habit than any actual need for it. And her 'blood supply' doesn't limit to girls wanderin' out after dark. Those stupid enough to make her angry (frowns at Blitzo) aren't just killed. They're tortured down in the castle dungeons. Those who particularly piss her off are tortured personally by Bathory herself. They beg for death, but it never comes. I've seen her do it. Sometimes she'd even have me do it.
I was one of her 'favorites'. While she didn't hurt me physically, she loved treatin' me like her playthin', always remindin' me that I was her property, forcin' me to do things that still haunt me to this day sometimes. It was in Bathory's castle that I learned how to fight, both with and without weapons. Part of the way I am is thanks to her, and I both hate and thank her because of it.
You've always wondered why I've never liked bluebloods. Well, she is the reason why." Striker clenched his fists, shoulders tensing up. "Imps are no better than cattle to them. Heck, even cattle is above us in their eyes. I saw it, experienced it in the flesh... I was kind of hopin' I'd never have to deal with her again.
Striker stands up to Bathory
Striker: Get the fuck away from my son, Bathory.
Bathory: Why, Striker, it appears that you also grew a spine ever since the last time I saw you, otherwise you wouldn't dare point a weapon at me.
Striker: I ain't the weak, gullible kid you used as a playthin' anymore.
Bathory: I can see that, alright. You're a grown, sexy man now. I wonder who was the lucky girl you engendered that little one with.
*weapon clicks*
Striker: Don't ye dare talk about my wife, Bathory. She was the light in the darkness that until then had been my existence. She helped me heal from the wounds you inflicted on me, and she was the only woman I ever truly loved. I feared ya for many years. There's a part of me that still fears ya for all the bullshit ye made me go through. But back then I had nothin' to fight for, nothin' worth protectin'. I have one now, and I will not allow ya to hurt him like ya did to me, even if you kill me.
Vol. 12: Ozzie's
Moxxie and Striker's conversation
Moxxie: Thanks for getting me the reservation at Ozzie's.
Striker: (tips his hat) I had to call in a few favors from people I completed jobs for. Consider it a gift on my part. By the way, I got ya to be the first act of tonight, so I hope ye have a good song prepared for it.
Moxxie: Of course I do!
Striker's conversation with Asmodeus
Striker: Asmodeus?! How the fuck did ya get my number?!
Asmodeus: It wasn't that hard if you take into account that you're still quite... famous amongst the seven rings. 'Sides, since your mommy used to work for me, I simply had to ask some of my workers about 'Amelia's Boy' (groans) It's a pity that she left! She was the only one who knew how I liked my drinks!
Striker: Leave my mother out of this, Asmodeus. What is it you want?
Asmodeus: You sound so hot when you're angry. Anyhow, I need you to do me a favor. Or rather, you could say it's a... compensation for canceling the reservation of one of my best patrons to make space for that friend of yours. See, Verosika Mayday will be performing at my club tonight and one of the things in her ridiculously long list of 'requirements' was you.
Striker: Excuse me?
Asmodeus: Hold your horses, cowboy, it's not in the way you're imagining... maybe. She wants to hear you perform.
Striker: Why me? Aren't other performers there?
Asmodeus: She specifically asked for you. I must say, you certainly have a good taste in women, darling!
Striker: First of all, don't call me darlin'. Second, I have nothin' to do with that woman! And finally, I ain't no stage performer, so tell miss Mayday to find someone else.
Asmodeus: You're in no position to refuse, Striker. You, of all people, should know what happens to those who defy the Deadly Sins. (speaks in dark voice)You wouldn't want me to fuck you and your kid, would you?
Striker: ...Fine.
Asmodeus: There we go! Be sure to arrive early and you may get some... special treats from one of my ladies. Chiao, see you tonight!
Blitzo calls Striker
Striker: (answering phone) Hello?
Blitzo: WHAT THE FUCK, STRIKER?!
Striker: What the-?! Blitz?
Blitzo: For how long have you been fucking Verosika, you little traitor?!
Striker: I'm not fucking yer ex! I was blackmailed into-! Wait a minute, how do you know that I'm with Verosika Mayday at this very moment?
Blitzo: (laughs nervously) Err... Well... It's a funny story. (Striker spots him a few tables away) Hi?
Striker: Seriously, Blitz?!
Vol. 13: Howdy!
Meeting I.M.P.
Jake peeks from behind his father's leg.
Millie: Awww, who's this cute little fella?
Jake hides again
Striker: "This is my boy, Jake. Don't be shy, kiddo. Say hello to Mildred.
Jake peeks again, but this time Striker pushes him forward.
Jake: (timidly waves a hand) H-Hi...
Blitzo: Hello there, Jakey! Name's Blitz–the 'O' is silent– nice to meet you!
Striker after saving Moxxie from the rooster
Striker: Dominance, little one. Roosters are at the top of the peckin' order and will go after potential threats or rivals. Ye have to remind the rooster that you are above him. Ain't that right, fella? (puts the rooster down)
Moxxie: I could have handled the situation myself, you know!
Striker: Yeah, right. Yer welcome for savin' yer ungrateful ass, little dude. Next time, I'll just let 'em claw yer eyes out of their sockets.
Moxxie: ...They can do that?
Joe admits he and Lynn were trying to set Striker up wih Millie
Joe: Lynn and I were kind of hopin' ye and Mildred would hit it off and she'd leave that wimp of a husband she has. From the first time we saw ye grab a bull by the horns we knew ye'd be the perfect fit for our little pumpkin spice!
Blitzo offers Striker to join I.M.P.
Blitzo: Well, my friend, it doesn't have to be just the two of you any longer! Why don't you come to work at I.M.P?
Striker: What?
Blitzo: Oh, come on, Striker! I recognize the hands of a fully-fledged assassin when I see them! (grabs Striker's hand) I can tell you've used guns and firearms, am I right?
Striker: Well, I did use to work as a hitman a few years ago.
Blitzo:
Intermission: Painful Truths
Striker's words to Blitzo regarding his wife
Striker: I won't lie to ya, Blitz. I was cryin' because I miss my Jane. A day doesn't go by without me lookin' at her empty side of the bed, wishin' that she was here. It might sound depressin' to ya, but...I don't regret havin' loved' her.
Jane's last words
Jane: I love you too, Clayton... Raise him well...
Striker' reflection on Jane's death
Striker: Watchin' yer loved ones die in front of ye is one thing, but watchin' them die at yer hand is even worse. A single day hasn't gone by that I don't wish I could have done somethin' differently... If I had gone to look for her sooner, if I'd trusted my instinct and taken her back to the house... But whatever the case, Jane's only concern was the safety of our child. Her last wish was for me to save 'im even if she knew it'd be the end of the road for her. I could have been selfish and tried to save her instead, but I couldn't bring myself to.
And yet... In a way, I don't regret it. It took me a long time, but now I can tell ya that if I had to make the same call, I'd do it again in a heartbeat, as much as it crushes me to the core . It's thanks to Jane's sacrifice that Jake's here. Her love for 'im was so great that she gave up her life so that he could have one. There ain't no stronger love than a mother's...
