Jason nodded as the memory just rolled on, flashes of what he remembered of that time, hospital and machines, people saying he was lucky but he was unable to move, a long sleep coming. But Jason's eyes were on Undertaker.

"Not really, no, though if you asked my family I'm still mad as a hatter, but I don't see it." He shrugged a bit. "I have a temper I just choose to keep it in check around people I actually like. It takes a lot of meditation to keep myself to a normal human level. I have to brush a lot off." He admitted before shrugging some. "I've had plenty of reasons to be mad, I just refuse to let them win."