There's not really a whole lot Jackie can do to fix that situation, although the urge to offer to make it right for his choom is strong in his chest, almost unsettlingly so. It doesn't seem like there's an easy fix to either of their problems, but the least he can do is listen.

"I know, hermano. Everything's all fucked up here. Don't wanna worry you or anything, but neither of the two of you are quite like the V I remember. Not exactly." He doesn't think he's mentioned that before. Mostly because it hasn't really been an issue. Despite their lives and choices being completely different and their appearances slightly more so, they both feel right to him. He suspects any V from any timeline would click. Maybe their friendship transcends parallel universes and alternate timelines? He doesn't fucking know.

"Sometimes I feel like I don't belong here. Whatever algorithm they used to select people for this is broken. Misty ain't here and I feel like the awkward one out because I should be dead..but here I am." It's not the survivor's guilt sort of feeling. It's more like he feels like he's fucking with the natural order of the universe since he found out.

"Not a lot I can do to help, but who's the fuck that was killing you? Maybe I can tie up that loose end at least?"