Jack liked to think he was a prime example of fate conspiring against good people, but he knew his misfortune was payback for all his misdeeds. Deep down, he was a good person, but it did not always show. Today, he was making a conscious effort to stay on fate's good side.
"I guess that makes sense," Jack said as they rounded the corner. "They use it as a crutch, and they're not much without it." He was not lost on the irony of that statement. He tried not to rely on his ability, but here he was shackled and unable to get away. Perhaps he himself had been relying on it more than he thought.
Jack's captor stopped suddenly, and seemed to be a bit confused. She mumbled something about going the wrong way. Had she gotten turned around while talking with him? This could be his chance to escape. Taking a step back, Jack asked, "Is something wrong?"