The fire around Jack's hands instantly went out as he felt Shiro grab him. Jack looked at him, confusion lining his face. He found himself in quite the dilema, on the one hand he wanted to obey Dradel, but on the other he didn't want to hurt Shiro. Shiro just seemed... Jack didn't know how to think of it. Jack cared about him, he didn't know why, but he did. Jack grabbed his head with his free hand as his eyes closed tight. He began making noises as though he had been struck in the head repeatedly by one of those locker doors. Jack started to gain clarity, and as he did his aura began to slowly grow weaker. Jack was beginning to wonder why he decided to fight her at all. What was her death going to prove? He did this initially to help Nikolai, he didn't understand why he wanted her dead now. Jack opened his eyes, they began changing back to normal, but Jack seemed far from normal on the whole. After a few more moments, Jack appeared normal, but his stance was different. He stood with his arms hanging limp, his shoulders hunched forward as though he was expecting to die at any moment. Jack's face became hollow, overall he looked like a shell of what he once was. Jack looked down at his body and realized what he had done when he killed Kierst, it finally dawned on him. He killed his fighting spirit, his drive, his resolve, and possibly even his will to live. Jack put his free hand on Shiro's arm and said quietly, "You can let me go now. I'm not going to do anything."