[Just like old times... Jack finally shows he can be anything other than miserable: he raises his brows in amusement before he looks back at his camera.]

Yeah, you didn't leave me... what, twisting in the wind? [He says, like he didn't hang onto every single thing Atlas told him.] Where would I be with you?

[Living somewhere... happily... It's fine. He raises his camera towards the trees, then turns it on Atlas.] I didn't take any nice pictures with this... Can I?