Just when Jack thought his heart had no more room to break, the other shoe drops. There is a feeling in his chest, like a void that is suddenly hardened on the edges, a pain that is trying to be covered over long enough to get the job done. His hand clenches around his sword and he slowly stands back up, his head raises to look at Ramza, as opposed to Kalki. His body, her soul. It's like with Rialynn again. Can he strike the both of them down?

Above all else, the feeling is familiar. This is precisely the edge that he was on when he was able to kill his own grandson. Was it wrong to kill him if it saved the world? They're at another situation where Jack cannot take Ramza's place.

Jack raises his sword, and then closes his eyes, and shoves it back into its scabbard. He turns to Chiaki. "There's still hope to fix this. To fix whatever she does. But not here. And not by killing another friend."