She has mentioned that people don't talk about the before times. He knows that it's hard for her, but he thinks it might help him know her a little better, to see where she's come from. What she tells him might be shocking to a future person who thinks there should be some sort of social services in place, but Jacob has never know that sort of organised charity. The experiences she had were the same as thousands of kids on London's streets, and he's not going to hold what she did to survive against her, nor will he judge the men who tried to help her but couldn't balance everything. It's not easy. Not when you already have mouths to feed.

"I... I never lived through that myself. But I saw it. Jack... he was about seven, when I first met him. On the streets, picking pockets. He was the fastest little thief you ever met." He says that with fondness, woth a hint of pride. "And he didn't trust me as far as he could spit. Not for a long while."

Maybe, a hurt, broken little part of him says, Jack never really did trust him.