For some reason, this triggered a bizarre thought chain that made me wonder what Jack and Sharaka would think of each other.
Jack: *crosses arms* Decent training and versatility. Too much of a risk-taker and lacking experience and focus, but you could have been a fine Liberator in time.
Sharaka: *tilts head* Army and armory in a single person, and deadly as an avalanche. Wouldn't want to cross blades with you, dude, but you're crumbling. Also, craft yourself some humor, will ya?
Jack: *moves head in a small circle to represent an eyeroll* Yes, I'm ancient, but my body hasn't reached middle age yet, I have centuries of fights ahead of me. That is, if I don't find a way to completely stop aging.
Sharaka: *shrugs* Whatever you say, man, but I was talking about your heart. I know the damage it gets by fighting for the wrong reasons.
Jack: *scoffs* Wrong reasons? Even idiots can see I save whole planes from destruction and enslaveme-
Sharaka: -which is all nice and dandy, but that's not
the reason why you're fighting! You're hiding from yourself behind your ideals and taking out your frustration on **** because you can't figure out how to piece yourself together! Can't artifice
that up, huh?
Jack: *taken aback* You don't know-
Sharaka: I don't need to know "jack" ****, man, spare me the tragic backstory! Empath, remember? *laughs* You've got a hell of a familiar smell, I'll give you that one for free.
Jack: *opening and closing fists* ...Get. Out. Of my face.
Sharaka: *shakes head and waves goodbye* Don't need to tell me twice, grandpa, have fun cleaning rust with blood!
...that got out of hand.