Carter's wristwatch received a ping alerting him that Angelina's vitals were low, which meant that she still had her suit on.

Cursing, he looked down at Jack. Minus his hand, he seemed to be okay, or at the very least he was somewhat stable.

"I'll never reach her in time," Carter looked up the mountain. Without his suit, the task seemed impossible.

Groaning, Jack started to get up. He seemed to understand the situation.

"Hey, you'll never make it," Carter warned, attempting to push him back down.

Jack ignored him, and pressed on. His functional hand carried his sword limply as he approached the foot of the mountain.

The sword shed its crystalline shell, bursting into flames. As he placed it on the ground, it erupted into fire. "Run," was all Jack said, looking deliriously back at him.

He then propelled himself using the sword, repeating the gesture until he had climbed the mountain and the whole place was on fire.

Carter bolted the other way, wondering what insanity was going on in his commander's thick skull.

As he passed a tribe, they began to attack him while simultaneously fleeing from the flames. Unlike when Shea set the forest on fire, this one was completely uncontrollable. It made him wish that he hadn't killed her.

Bolting through the forest, the swamp came to his mind. A place with so much water would surely be harder to burn.

But the natives ran through his head as he sprinted. He wished that he could explain how he had nothing to do with Jack's decision to incinerate everything in a foolhardy attempt to rescue Angelina.

Narrowly dodging a tree trunk, a spear flew right past him. Unlike Cash, he didn't take lessons in Matari, and without his suit it'd take eons to translate anything.

"Stop!" he shouted, well aware they wouldn't understand. Deciding it better to save his breath, he continued to run. Without looking back, he figured they were catching up to him. It made him think about just how much of a crutch his suit had become to him.

Searing pain shot through him as he tumbled down. It wasn't until after the fall he noticed a spear sticking right through him.

"No," he muttered as he began to lose consciousness. "It wasn't my fault," he managed right before passing out.