Billy felt as if he'd been slapped by a familiar voice from the past. The far past, before this whole intergalactic war.

What kind of awful Ranger would he be if he surrendered his powers? How could he bear to see his friends and allies mowed down that way? He couldn't, that was how.

The spark was back. Despite the long odds and the world of pain that were waiting for him...he'd fight. That's what he was here for. His mind's focus slipped back into place, pulling away from despair and toward efficiency. Even David beat Goliath, though the power at Billy's side was not of the gods.

"I think that can be arranged."