Jack stared blankly for a long time. He didn't answer right away. He could see Jason screaming as he was being pulled into the machinery, screaming for help, in agony, as the machinery ripped him apart. He felt ghost pains in his arm that was no longer there. Sweat started beading from his forehead, and it wasn't from the heat around him. He shook his head for a moment, and pondered. He remembered the heated argument he had with Willow before he left their father's shop and home. She was talking about joining the Peace Keepers. He was upset for burdening her to do so much to provide for her and their father. Now she is taking care of his niece, and she is still wanting to take him in...<br/><br/>He came back his senses, realizing Willow was hugging him. He returned the embrace. Sure, he missed his sister, and his father... He didn't entirely like his living conditions, but he did still consider it home. It felt like a huge leap of faith to be back in the family, and also to be in an area with more supplies. He could help his neighbors and friends with better parts in the Middle Precinct... Not to mention completely fix up the "cross he bore" as an arm...<br/><br/>"... I'll do it..." he said, finally, after minutes of silence. He wiped the tears from his eyes as he let go of the embrace to look at his sister. He wiped a tear from her cheek with his callused left hand and continued. "But you have to promise me that: I will be able to run the shop, you won't force me to go to Father's shop, and if I am a burden to you at any time, you tell me. You are blessing me with this place to live, and I accept the blessing even though I do not deserve it..."<br/><br/>"But most importantly," He held up his finger on his automail arm "No matter what, you will let me take care of those who are in need..." He sighed. "With this killer on the loose, and the way things are here in the Slums... They need all the help they can get..."