"The reality is--you might do harm than good, kid. " Jackson gives a tired, little sigh, before snuffing out the cigarette butt with his index finger. The heat singes his skin red. If it hurts, he doesn't acknowledge it.

"By forming your dark magic club, you're gathering the enemies of Daybreak in one place. Making things convenient. And without a leader strong enough to counter her, you might as well be the unintentional wolf leading your lambs to the slaughter."