As Winstanly glared at him, Jack looked down instinctively, not daring to meet his sight. He felt as though the man was reading his mind, almost, revealing all of his secrets and judging him for them all. After a few moments, he saw a bit of movement, and released the tension that had built up, having noticed the Stormtrooper had looked away. He sighed out of relief and looked around to his fellows once more. His gaze rested on Mikail once more and, as the medic spoke, his expression grew from suspicion to extreme unease. The man seemed to be almost impossibly cheerful, leading him to believe that he may be delusional, to some extent. After a brief moment of contemplation, he turned to look at the Lord Commisar, who just revealed himself as the Black Saint. As the Commisar addressed the group, his eyes widened and he quickly sheathed his blades out of respect. He returned to having his head down once the Saint completed his speech, and tried to ready himself for the oncoming battles.

The speakers of the ship started to inform the crew of a change in orders. A very unfortunate change. Jack's face fell, and he put his seat restraints on, expecting turbulence as the ship turned and flew into a battle. His inclination was not unfounded as the aircraft began to shudder and shake and, eventually, after a loud explosion, the starboard side was no more. He turned to look at the Commisar, in his scarred and war-torn glory. "Looks like even the Emperor won't have any mercy on us either." He braced himself for the incoming crash, ignoring all the rest, though he couldn't help a shiver run down his spine as he heard Mikail begin to laugh, and he heard a gunshot and a thud. In a horrified frenzy, he wasn't sure if the madman had killed a squadmate, or if he had done them all a favor and had his last laugh. Either way, not caring enough to check, he looked down, sure he was standing in his grave.

When Jack regained consciousness, his vision was dark, and he felt a heavy object on top of him. He cleared off the debris off with some effort, with one thing in particular being particularly heavy. As he moved it off and rubbed his eyes to clear his sight, he noticed it was a corpse with a gaping hole through his head, clearly caused by some sort of energy weapon. This made him scramble away in horror, and he moved out of the remaining debris towards his companions. In his rush, he tripped and fell to the ground, resting before yet another corpse, one grasping a locket to his heart. After prying some of the wreckage off of the man, he looked down into his lifeless eyes. "I'll let them know, friend. I'll help... I'll let them..." Shuddering, he pried the artifact of hope off of the corpse, looking at the child eternally smiling at him. He put the locket in his bag and wordlessly stumbles over to the Stormtrooper, trying to ease his tumultuous mind, perhaps in vain.