[Jack stares after her with a face carved of stone and ice. Then he lowers his weapon and turns away. The shooters on the cliff have fallen back now, either intimidated by his shooting or just plain out of range. And Jack knows no one on the pursuit boats is going to survive the next few minutes. Not with Scathach tearing into them.]
[He finds a spot on the deck to sit, head bowed. Behind him the bombs on Iron Crown tick down their last minutes. Soon they'll mark the pyre of Zero's Children, and probably of Scathach as well. They've done it. The rag-tag team has pulled it off. But there's no triumph here, not now, not with Jack.]
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[He finds a spot on the deck to sit, head bowed. Behind him the bombs on Iron Crown tick down their last minutes. Soon they'll mark the pyre of Zero's Children, and probably of Scathach as well. They've done it. The rag-tag team has pulled it off. But there's no triumph here, not now, not with Jack.]