The scene was gruesome. Blood, and a lot of it from his former 'comrade'. He wanted the kill but as long as the threat was gone what did it matter? I guess in that way he was a hero, he was trying to stop the tortured souls from doing what they were made to do, destroy and kill. Anyhow. Now she was looking at him again. 9's blood on her hands. She had seen what he had not wanted her to see and she was changed. Although he had wanted to kill her, no one deserved to go through what him and the others had gone through. Black Jack stared back at her unsure of what to do now. All urge to kill this young woman had diminished. The man stood very still, contemplating his next move. 

If she could do that to 9 just think of what she could do to him. Despite this he felt no fear. He was far more skilled than this young girl and was rather durable. In any case, he could not regrow limbs but most of the time felt no need for all of them. He could fight with one leg it he needed too. It wasn't very often that Black Jack stopped to think, he was usually brash and reckless. Not thinking before doing but doing and succeeding regardless. His unusual, joking personality seemed to falter at this time. 

As all the others stared in fear, Black Jack looked at her with pity in his eyes, though he was glad she could not see it. Some would be consumed by anger that she had witnessed such a thing but he felt nothing but pity. And at last he spoke, "I get it. What we went trough wasn't something normal humans could handle... Er... I mean. It's not to be taken lightly. The last person he used that on killed themselves almost instantaneously. And, I'm sorry you had to endure our pain. Trick. If you're going to be a killer. You may have to die." 

Black Jack may have seemed like a heartless killer. But he was controlled as far as killing went. He only killed those that deserved it. He hated cops but had never killed one, he could just care less about their safety was all. But Trick, who knew what she was capable of, what she would do with this newfound pain and suffering that she had experienced. "I'm not going to do anything. You did what I came to do. More brutally than I would have cared for but, that's besides the point. Get out of here. Before they decide to turn on you." He was referring to the cops and citizens that were around them. 

The police force and other authorities had no love for him and his kind which was understandable. But Trick was a hero. There was no reason she should be hated too. Jack sighed and shook his head. Although it often didn't seem like it with how much he joked around, he was capable of being wise beyond his years. "I said go!!" He lifted his arm and pointed to an alley way. She could teleport she should have been out of there already.