"Jeice," Jack said quietly, "I don't know what you're thinking, but if you're beating yourself up, just don't. This is not your fault, its mine. That fight... it might have been avoided if I hadn't lost it and discharged my weapon when we were outnumbered and outclassed... I knew we didn't have the initiative, but I fired at them regardless of what the consequences were. If you want to blame somebody, I'm your man. But before you do something reckless, like shoot me in the back or something, remember that when this is over I will answer for that mistake. If you really want to kill me, I just recommend you don't do it, I don't want you to have to answer for my mistake too..." Jack knew he shouldn't be blaming himself, especially in front of his own soldier, but there was really no other way around it. This WAS his fault. He decided not to mention that he lost somebody as well, he didn't want to seem like he was marginalizing Jeice's loss. Jack pulled his shotgun from his back, turned around, and began walking away. He didn't bother telling Jeice to follow him, odds were Jeice was just about to exactly what he told him not do: shoot him in the back.