His mind was buzzing. He needed to find a way to reverse his terrible mistake. He couldn't take the voices anymore. He had begun to yell back at them. Chase suggested that he go on a journey to find his way because simply sitting around solved nothing. Jack put together some food and set out in search of whatever it was he was looking for.
It was a day before he realized that he was completely lost. He had no lead. He had no clue. He was wandering aimlessly and nothing looked familiar. He sighed as he put his sack down before him and opened a can of lao mang lon soup. As he ate, he thought. He figured that if he kept wondering, something familiar would eventually show up, at least he hoped so. When he was finished, he stood up and continued walking.
Fate brought him to a ridge above the Xiaolin temple. He sat down again and looked down at the colorful building. He wanted so badly to go back there. To be a dragon again. To be a normal human being again. And then he meditated upon how relative the word "normal" really was. He chuckled.
As night fell, Jack closed his eyes. He didn't sleep, but rather, he meditated. His mind wandered to the thousands of possibilities that could lead to the cure. His mind drifted across the world, but it landed softly back at the Xiaolin Temple. His answer was there. Somewhere… Somewhere among the good was the answer to his evils. Before he woke, a face flashed through his mind.
"Dashi," he hissed as his eyes shot open.
He had only seen the grandmaster once, but once was enough. He laughed. There was no way that the Grandmaster Dragon of the Xiaolin Temple would ever help someone as lowly and pathetic as Jack. It was in that instant that he gave up. Dashi was a being that was everywhere. Like God only more finite. There was no way Jack could ever get in contact with such a force. Besides, that force would never help him. Jack sighed. So that was it. He stood up slowly and turned from the temple. A tear dripped down his cheek as he resigned himself to a life of evil. A life where he could never call the Xiaolin Dragons friends. Now, they'd always be his enemies…
"I wouldn't give up before you even tried…"
It was one of the voices in his head.
"Oh yeah? Why bother trying something that you know for a fact you'll fail at? Huh? What's the point?"
"How do you know that you will fail?"
"I'm Jack Spicer, that's how I know…"
"Well, if you change your mind, I'll be waiting for you…"
"What?"
But the voice was gone.
"Was that…"
It had been a calmer, kinder voice than the usual angry shouting. Could it truly have been the Grandmaster himself? Jack laughed.
"Yeah right."
But the voice was right. He was evil and unless this worked, there was no going back. So why not give it a shot? No dragon had seen the ghost of Dashi in centuries, but Jack Spicer was going to visit him tomorrow.