Somehow, Jack felt solace at the fact that he was able to give out a number of posters. If each of them were meant to free a soul from the grasp of the Sylphids, at least he hoped that those he let lose could bring back the same number of prisoners or perhaps more.

He gave Donnie a half-hearted nod as the turtle led them to their ride home. He followed nonchalantly behind, his eyes still glancing back from time to time. It wasn't as if he could have done more at the moment, but he wasn't all used to the idea of leaving an unfinished fight.