[ It's a fair question, and yet Jack hesitates for a few seconds before he answers, his gaze drifting off somewhere instead. He realizes that what he has to offer is weak at best, that this wasn't as well-conceived as it should have been, and so there is a sense of shame.

Cassian's managed to pick up his slack, though. Jack would rather focus on that. ]

To not play by their rules, and to try and convince everyone else in there to do the same. I know the arena could just as easily kill us, but if we make some kind of stand, maybe it'll make everyone who's watching think twice about all this.

[ A wake-up call, in other words. But, after a pause, Jack manages a brief smirk. ]

A bomb will probably help with all that.