"Stop!" He screamed, looking back at Jack. "Friend, what is the point of leaving? There is much to be done! Besides...heh, you can't leave anyways, you're stuck with me. I helped you kill your enemy." Matthew's face was now completely different, his eyes no longer softly gazed into space, but they were now sharp, and indifferent to the feelings of the people around him. A slight, consistant frown was replaced by an epic, sly smile that spread gingerly across his face. He looked, evil. "Now help me kill my own..."