"No, don't go! You'll just get yourself killed!" said StarFolf, gasping for air with every word he spoke. "He's way too strong!"
"Well what can I do, just let him go? Do you even know what he's capable of?" spoke Jackson softly, trying not to raise his voice at the crippled boy. "He could kill everyone in the city!"
"You're just digging your own gra-"
At that point, Jackson had lost patience with StarFolf and spoke with a harsh tone, "That's enough, kid! I have to go! If I don't, who else will?"
"If I could just-" StarFolf started.
"You blind fool! Like you'd have a better chance! Just look at the condition you're in!" shouted Jackson, pointing at StarFolf's weak, broken body restrained to his hospital bed. "I'm leaving. Get some rest. You're hurt pretty badly."
"No! Don't go! He's way out of your league! He'll kill you!" shouted StarFolf, coughing up blood.
Jackson did not reply. He simply picked up his bow and walked towards the door.
"Jack! Please don't go! You'll accomplish nothing! Don't leave!!" screamed StarFolf, coughing up even more blood.
Before Jackson closed the door, a single tear could be seen sliding down his angry face, indicating that he was thirsty for the blood of whoever put his beloved brother in such critical condition. After the split-second sight of Jackson's face, the door softly closed, and StarFolf's vision began to blur.
"No... Not you too... I... I can't... let..."
StarFolf then softly slipped into unconscious from overwhelming fatigue, and all went white.