Eyes narrowing, Jack shot a glance at Kikyo, doubting the other would see it in the dark. "If you don't mind me saying, pal, not all of us can afford to be as trusting as Kou."

He managed to struggle somewhat upright (albeit, leaning on the wall for support and an odd angle) and take a few steps before toppling over again. It wasn't fair! His legs still worked fine--it was the damn blood loss and wounds to his torso that were keeping this from working out as he planned.

Forcing himself out of the faceplant, Jack struggled again to get to his feet. If he could make it to another hallway, at least, that would be a fantastic accomplishment...