[Jack was used to people, or spirits appearing out of nowhere. He didn't so much as blink when the TARDIS appears in his line of vision, flinging himself into the barrier, over and over, as if sheer stubbornness will get it to move. He's been falling down his whole life--literally. This? This was nothing.
Someone had to do something and if he had to he would he needed to and this would distract him from creating a blizzard and making everything worse.
His throat felt raw from yelling at the barrier with each hit, cursing its existence as much as the Island's. So he had gone quiet, repetitively flying into it, even hitting it with his staff or throwing a burst of the frozen lightning its way. That quickly drained enough energy to allow him to keep doing that, so he just mindlessly attacked. He didn't listen when he hears Eleven's voice, and he didn't pause. He was fine. If he wasn't, he wouldn't be there.]
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Someone had to do something and if he had to he would he needed to and this would distract him from creating a blizzard and making everything worse.
His throat felt raw from yelling at the barrier with each hit, cursing its existence as much as the Island's. So he had gone quiet, repetitively flying into it, even hitting it with his staff or throwing a burst of the frozen lightning its way. That quickly drained enough energy to allow him to keep doing that, so he just mindlessly attacked. He didn't listen when he hears Eleven's voice, and he didn't pause. He was fine. If he wasn't, he wouldn't be there.]