Without the thrum of Aku's evil, without the desperate clang of his blade against a shape-shifting nightmare, Jack felt hollow. He dreamed in fragments: the Scotsman's booming laugh, Ashi's hand slipping from his, the endless, weary road. The silence in his apartment was louder than any war cry. He was a soldier who had come home to find the war had been his only home.

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