Jakie had a choice today.
He could've saved his friend, unbeknownst to him, from losing an arm, possibly worse at this point.
He could've killed the villains and a party member they were about to abandon.
Or, he could've saved said party member's daughter. Completed the mission.
He chose the mission.
...
We were thinking tactically, Jake and I. My friend, Sye, he could handle himself we thought.
And the villains, what harm can they do once we're gone? We should escape and live to take him down later.
Well, that leaves option 3. If she dies on the way back, we need some parts of our villains- long story- and she'll do fine. If not, maybe we can help her be better.
But that ain't worth a friend.
We'll never forgive ourself if Sye dies.
And they will pay in kind.
And maybe I've lived too long, seen too much, lived a pitiless existence.
But I'm Jake Fuckin' Bullet.
I'm an agent of change, a force of fuckin' nature.
And I already made my choice.