Thousands of years would pass before Jack met the shade that the man in front of him would become. Kozmotis has not the slightest idea what awaits him, will not until it's too late to stop it.

"Well-met, Jack Frost."

The sound of gunfire is still echoing through the streets. The soldier wants to stop this senseless attack--he doesn't know what prompted it, but firing on unarmed civilians is unacceptable.

"Have you any idea who these soldiers are? They've not been very forthcoming with me." There's a wry twist to his words, a hint of the sarcastic humor that Pitch is so fond of, but not with that bitter edge.