The more he sees, the more something twists in his stomach, icy and uncomfortable. The explosion hadn’t been either of their fault, at least he thinks. Given what he’s dug up, he’s reasonably certain that Reaper did not intend to die as a result of his mutiny.

Jack lucked out, in that regard. His own face is marred, but certainly not to this extent, even if he can’t see it in full.

Not yet, anyway.

“What happened to you?”