"Huh…? What? Why me?" Jack asked.
"I'm confident everyone here agrees that if it's not for you, we will now be living under Master's tyranny," John answered. "This button is designed to be pushed by a single person. So, only one person is needed to decide the fate of this world. You, my friend, are the one with the most justification to bear that privilege."
"It's more of a burden than a privilege if you ask me," Jack protested. "We defeated Master by working together. It's not my own merit."
"But you pulled the most weight," Four Winds put his hand on Jack's shoulder. "If it is you, I won't resent whichever option you take. Destroy the machine or bring us back to the old world. I will accept your decision."
The others nodded, expressing that they agreed with Four Winds' sentiment.
"This is your world. You decide about it," Domon told Jack. "We old geezers only have a few years left. It doesn't matter which world we spent the rest of our days."
