He found the man sitting on a stone, a book in his hands as a thoughtful look on his face. In the end, during the quick break, he found someone - a royal knight of Firene - to ask about it and to give him advice. Jack wasn't sure if that was better or worse than feeling glee at doing it, but it was certainly disconcerting. Granted, he reflected, the bandits they had killed at the abandoned fortress and near the west coast of Firene and the burned town before that probably deserved a spear to the face, but whenever he thought of the Elusian soldiers he had murdered at Firene Castle, no doubt conscripted from villages and the like, he felt nothing. Instead, he felt nothing - just sheer numbness at both the thought of and the act of taking a life. Somehow, in the short amount of time he had spent in Elyos, the thought of killing people didn't make him feel sick, or giddy. Something that was a bit harder to wrap his head around. Of course, even as he was parsing his own feelings about the bad news he had been told, something else had been gnawing at Jack. And a bit of time to himself was really all he needed, it felt like. Those that knew of his circumstances - which included most in Alear's army by that point - decided to leave him alone and sort it out, which he was grateful for he didn't want to be pitied. Lost in his own thoughts, he'd say if anyone asked. Since Anna dropped the bomb on him that getting back to his world, at least for the foreseeable future, was impossible, he'd been quiet. It was during a brief respite on the long march toward Brodia that Jack finally spoke up again.
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