Rendered into Hell

[Remnant]

Jack stretches his arms out slightly, taking in a quiet breath. "Shouldn't be a problem. Geoff, right now you've transferred aboard from the Freeport to the Bell. This is where we stay. There will be no physical attempts here or things will take a sudden hostile turn. Keeping that in mind though, this place is one of the most quiet areas you'll find around. Relax."

Glancing at Aelita for a moment. "I believe the bottom line in this situation is quite simple. Turning and fighting the enemy is fine. It's natural. There are other problems however." Raising a single finger. "Turning to fight those who have bestowed gifts upon yourself will end you up in deep trouble. Chosen or whatever word people like to throw around, we really don't give a damn about. When it comes to practicality, there are things we need to watch over. You are no exemption."

Taking a step closer to him. "Well Geoff, your mind getting zapped back to anything just yet?"