It's funny how his plans have changed.
Once upon a time Jazz was a pretentious youth with freckles and choppy black hair, dreaming of a utopia where friends and enemies alike could live together until the end of their days. He had wanted to rule the world back then. Right now he is a nervous man with a knife under his bed, praying to a god he sometimes believes in to give him strength, to teach him to lead these people who had put their faith in his lies.
He is afraid of himself, afraid of his power and his powerlessness. He doesn't know how much longer he can fool these soldiers into to thinking he can save them.