He kept his eyes on Jack's, refusing to look away. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked gently. Not accusing, not condemning, just wanting an answer, though he suspected he already knew. Because Jack had said it, hadn't he, on the post to the community. He was afraid of letting people get too close. And even if Scotty couldn't even begin to imagine what it must be like, to know that everyone else was going to die, to have to keep going in spite of it, it had to hurt.