I--couldn't be seen by regular people, there were still... other spirits.

[ Jack takes a deep breath but it rattles, shaking outward and his voice begins to rise. ]

It was always "why don't you know how to do this" and "everyone knows about that" and-- no one seemed to get that I didn't know what I was doing! I had to learn everything from nothing and no one bothered to stop and think "hey, maybe we should give this guy a hand". They just assumed I knew, that I was-- messing up on purpose, for attention!

And I tried, I tried and it was never good enough! There was always something else I got wrong, some piece of information that was so obvious to everyone else! And I just--

... stopped. Caring, about trying to get it right. I wasn't...