"No." The word is quiet, spoken by an unassuming boy who stands there, watching with a look of horror and rage. He knows what this is. He forced himself to watch as much of the recordings of before as he could stomach. And there's no way he can stand by and let this happen. No way he can watch and do nothing. He's already sacrificed too much of himself on the altar of this sick conflict.

"No! No one else is getting hurt because you have to be in control!" And as he speaks his armor ripples and comes into being, covering him in its protective embrace. Khaji is already making suggestions for weaponry, noting this power level or that much destructive force. And most of it, Jaime can't use without endangering everyone else on the Obs Deck.

"Let them go!"