"I should have stopped it," Jack said with an almost cold voice. "I was too late."

He fell back to his back andooked up at the ceiling, closing his eyes. When he opened them he stared up at nothingness, focusing on the coral up above.

"I killed him," he told him, quietly. "I killed him with my bare hands. Well, no. I hurt him and I let him die. I left him to die because he'd left you to die."