Delta made a sound almost like a sigh. He didn't want to upset Jack, but he had to raise these kinds of questions. Make him feel better? Delta began to type for quite a while, often deleting words before he was done. He really was thinking through his every word.

But what of the people who come after you? You don't want to leave the legacy of someone who killed because he couldn't recover any other way. Even if you killed him, Jack, would the hurt of what he did to you go away? I..really doubt it.

A thin frown was drawn across his scarred face under his helm. Maybe his way was one out of many ways of dealing with things, but it always helped him.