[Jack's pain tolerance is very high, but that doesn't mean he enjoys it when it does happen. Not when it doesn't come with the adrenaline of nearly dying. No, this is the pain of failure, the kind of pain he hates. And he's so angry that in spite of her warning, he still howls furiously and clenches a fist. His skin goes from yellow to beat red across his whole body, the tattoo glows a bright violet and pulses against the pressure Nisha is attempting to apply.

He can't control his anger when being assaulted by pain, and it translates into the elemental magic he still hasn't quite mastered.]

I'm gonna kill them. I'm gonna drag their faces across moldy bricks and shove them into sand, and then I'm going to set them on fire over and over and over again.

[The blood on his arm is boiling off into the air, and his skin is hot to the touch. He's a horrid patient.]