Jak was quiet again, as the man left after speaking to Cyril about something. Once he was out of sight, Jak pulled her mangled popsicle stick out of her mouth and stood. She moved quietly to the nearest trash bin and threw the mass of splinters away. Her face was in shadow as she thought about it. Vector was Daisuke's father and he knew Daisuke would be in that fire the he set. Not only did he win her scumbag of the year award, he also won the worst father of the year. [i]What kind of person does that their children?[/i] Jak's hand was clenched so tight that it felt like it was going to break. Jak tried taking a deep breath. It didn't work so she did it again. Then once more. It wasn't working. She still felt angry and upset.

"I'll go next to spar with Sonya. I need to calm down anyway." Jak said, moving back to the backyard and holding one gun in her hand while tucking the other in the back of her jeans. "That is, if you want me to, Miss Sonya." in all honesty, she wanted to fire the guns and just keep shooting until there were no more bullets. She wanted to shoot a target until there was nothing left but tattered paper. It would have felt good, but she knew better. She had to hold herself back, because if she did that then she would be no worse than Vector.

Jak just wanted to get the sparring over with as soon as possible. If she waited any longer, she might burst. She felt like she was sitting back, watching everyone be tossed around like toys. She felt like she had to do something, that she had to simply sit by while people were getting hurt. Maybe she couldn't stop that or hurt Sonya, but she had to try. She had to try because Naoto asked her to try and push Sonya a little. Jak was going to do something, and if that meant carrying on with the sparring, then she was more than willing to continue the 'training'. Maybe then, after all that happened, she could face Vector and help Naoto seek revenge for the festival and all the people he could have hurt for the sake of his own whims.