"I hate single-bullet theories, but I hate it more when I ignore them and they come up true. So if you want someone with all of those skills at once? Then we're looking at the people with Nine or more Jobs mastered. Yuffie Kisaragi's the only one I know. I'd look at Cloud Strife or his buddy Sephiroth, too."

Jack leans back in his chair, almost tipping the front two legs off the ground. "But there's a problem with that. None of them would want to murder me. Or Jade. Or even Kurashiki, even though he's a prick."

Jack's gaze gets a little distant, almost looking over Duster's shoulder instead of straight at him. "I've been killed by my friends before. And it's always because of something greater than them, something that they couldn't fight back against. Something that gave them no choice."

"Sometimes it's mind control, the literal, something is taking over your mind and forcing you to do this. Sometimes it's more subtle than that, like you're defending something that I'm threatening, or that someone is lying to you, saying that my death will get you something that you want more than anything. Sometimes it's even more subtle, like I represent something that can't possibly be true." There is too much truth to Jack's words, a weight to them of too many years of experience. Too much blood.