Sarah jumped as Jace approached, protectively clinging to the stroller with the infants inside.
"Wha what? He's not Lazarus? Then who is he?", She asked as that realization settled.
Mark and Jack stopped for a moment, "But out! We'll deal with it later." They both said in reply to space case.
"So if you don't like it, why don't you run back to the star army and the Kaiyo and live happily there, huh.", Jack would not relent in his directed aggression.
"Because I gave up everything to come home! Because I thought this was home, but I guess I was mistaken. Instead I find some copy with my wife, kids, and my home. I thought I was content to just be on the outside and help you do what I was doing before.", Mark was getting more and more irritated.
"Oh like, how you helped Remirez, Young, Tullens, Gordan, Harris, and Kleme-", Jack said spitefully before being cut off.
"SHUT UP! You have no right to say those names. Those were people we cared about. They trusted us as their leader.", Mark exploded, as he had about enough.
"And look where it got them! Blown to mist around us because we were told to hunt rebels. We lead our brothers in arms to their deaths Mark!", Jack shouted back.
"We bel-", mark started.
"What?! Believed in orders? Of a corrupted government that didn't give two shits about us. Those "rebels", we're just people who wanted to be free away from the imperium. And we were sent in to eliminate them.", Jack was tense, his fist not white knuckled as he clenched them.
"I know. Okay! I know, and both of us still see them at night, don't we. We will pay for what we did one day. But we came here as nothing but mercs, and look what Uso has done for us. A second chance.", Mark was beginning to break down. He didn't want to remember, not the faces, not the names, not the nightmares. But he still tossed and turned in the night when he had amnesia, their accusations still there in his mind. Since remembering, the nightmares had come with them.
"Reaching our goals won't save us. Because freaks like Lazarus, are out there to remind us of what we really are. Monsters of war hiding as men. We're killers and murderers. We used to be just like him, and only now have we learned the wrong we have done too late. We are eternally damned, and have been from the start. Our parents died at our birth, we got all but one of out squad permanently killed, settlements of graves, and people copying the sickest part of us. We don't deserve anything we have. We should have died so long ago, and we have tried to. Or have you forgotten? What was the count up?", Jack snapped at Mark without end almost.
"Shut up."
"25 attempted suicides. Congratulations, we are unkillable, just to fuck everything up."
"That was the past."
"We are stuck in a place born of the past Mark. It's called Hell, and filled with every lie we tell ourselves. We were born to die."
Jack's words seemed final, and Mark seemed to have no words to utter back. He knew every word was right in its own way. They had done so much harm, caused so much pain. It was time they paid the price.
"Then stop running like a coward Jack. Face up and own it. Do better, get better, and make a change. You weak if you think if things can't change. A fool who sees a gun as the only solution. Lay it down, and do what you have been doing. Be a father, a husband, and a leader. Not the broken, shell of what you call a man.", Mark said finally with utter conviction as Jack started to walk away.
Jack was pissed now and the anger radiated. He stopped walking and came at Mark running. They were soon in a back and forth fight of CQC. Parrying, locking, and maneuvering around each other in what seemed like an endless play back.