And you believe the monarchs? They're the ones who shoved us into this war in the first place and told us to fight each other for no solid reason! How do you know they're not just telling you what they want you to believe? They want you here fighting for them, of course they're gonna try to make you think there's no way home. Because if there's no where to go, then what else can you do but choose to stay here exactly where they want you?

[Denial was something Jack could be quite an expert one, having dabbled with that fight for three hundred years, always wanting to believe he was meant for something better, denying the hurt he felt from being invisible for so long despite never knowing what it meant to be seen, to be loved. And he'd first gained that here, meeting his friends that he'd grown to cherish, friends he wanted to believe didn't just end up in a world without hope.

Seeing Hermione pull out the necklace, his lip quivers, having seen an empty shard like that once before, the one that Hiccup had left behind. Thrown off into silence, he jolts when she touches his hand but doesn't pull away, simply gazing down at her fingers, trying to make sense of it all.]

There's people back home in our worlds without shards at all. Not having them doesn't guarantee you're just thrown off into some void of empty space or whatever. There's no proof. So I'm — I'm sorry but I'm not gonna believe that's the only possible truth.