[It was for the good of the people, Jack... the people and Atlas' wallet, although he still needs some of these people in order to line his pockets, so there's some financial loyalty left in him yet.

And there's Jack himself, with his feelings and babbling about them. Atlas hums, as if he's really thoughtfully considering this. Maybe he shouldn't let the boy carry his picture around; it connects them, and if something happens to Jack...]

What do you think's gonna happen, kid? [Here, he actually stops fiddling and looks at Jack again, without guile. Well, without any more than the usual Atlas-isn't-real guile.] There isn't a soul left in this world that knows you like I do. Now, as I see it, that means there's nothin' to worry about.

[There Were Plenty Of Things To Worry About]