Maybe if he focused on the guy operating the forklift this time…
Distracted him before he swung the heavy stone around… Was there
something he could throw?
"Daniel." Jack's voice was irritating, a distant buzz he'd stopped
listening to. "You can't change anything, and if you could, they're
still dead."
Jack really doesn't get it, does he? Doesn't see that Daniel knows
that, always has since that first time, when, yes, sure, he'd been
shocked, upset.
It's not about saving them. It's about getting it
right.
He waits impatiently for their screaming to end so that he can try
again.