[ Jack shrugs, a light flick of his wrist conjuring a scattering of snowflakes that spiral up from his fingertips. ]

It just makes me me, I think. I dunno what you'd call it, but spirit is close enough, so we'll go with that.

[ The corners of his mouth turn down just slightly - not quite a frown, but a serious face. ]

The mist can't go on forever. There has to be a way to beat it, we just have to find out what that is.