The Marshal. Always a voice of reason, and yet Jack thought he was going to have to keep Sparks from doing anything rash. But he might believe Jack.

Jack looks mostly at Sparks, but tries to project to the entire crowd. His voice is even, but he speaks quickly. "I have died tens, hundreds of thousands of times. And have come back to life. Every single time. Shot, stabbed, drowned, fought in every war you could think of, blown up, buried for two thousand years. I've done it all. Seen enough, lived enough, died enough."

He glances around, nods at a few familiar faces, Johnny, Yuna, Rikku, Cloud. "Some of you saw this. You know I'm telling the truth. Dying and returning, over and over. And maybe that's what this crystal needs."

He shifts his stance, wraps an arm around himself in part of his normal command pose. "You're going to try to talk me out of it, maybe it doesn't count, because it didn't happen on Crystallis. Maybe it's only trading one life for another. But if there's a chance, that I can put all those deaths to some good use. Then it's worth the try. If this thing wants death, there's nobody better than me."

The hand with the sword extends again, offering it up to whomever will take it.