And there came the third, an individual that Frost saw as a problem he would like to one day solve for the Titans as a symbol of moral fiber.  Oh, certainly Nyx was helpful and didn't deliberately hurt innocents—as far as Jack knew—but really, he just let the actual criminals do the dirty work for him.  "Yes," he said in response to the other young man's words, "but just because innocents<i>can</i>die doesn't mean they<i>should</i>.  And because of that, we should consider it our duty to keep casualties to a minimum."  Needless to say, Jack didn't exactly like Nyx.  He was good at what he did, and helpful in a fight, but if forced to choose between the two then nine times out of five he would pick Scarlet simply because he'd rather have a teammate with morals to admire than one he needed to keep an eye on.  Pragmatism and realism were good, but Nyx could sometimes toe that fine line between pragmatic and ruthless.<br/><br/>He shivered slightly, his hair catching the wind and blowing across his cheeks and shoulders like little strands of earth, the breeze pulling at his sweater and pants to make them ripple a little bit.  With a last glance at his teammates, he decided it best to head back inside before he caught something unpleasant.  He didn't really like leaving the two alone with each other for very long, mainly because he saw himself as a kind of mediator between the two extremes of ideology which, he assumed, would be hard pressed to coexist without a catalyst, but if he ended up sick he'd leave them worse than alone.  So, he went back to the comfortable warmth of the Tower and waited for whatever came next.