The storm gremlins turned to look when they heard San coming through the door. Jack Thunder was the first to speak.
"Oh! Mister San! You're back! How did it go?"
"Don't worry. I didn't need too much. They just washed and combed through my feathers is all." He cracked a smile for just a second before resuming his stoic attitude.
"Ah..." Jack Thunder's head dropped. "I... I just wanted to say... I'm sorry."
"Sorry about what?"
"About... earlier. About snapping at you. About taking on the wendigo by myself. Maybe I should have listened to you."
"Jack..." San replied. "If you hadn't gone after the wendigo, your friend here would still be languishing in that cave. You've more than proved yourself worthy of wielding Stormbringer. Maybe you were a bit... impulsive, but your heart is clearly in the right place. I admit I had my doubts about you earlier, but now I see that you're the best hope we have of saving our world."
Jack Thunder couldn't believe what he was hearing. San thought he could handle it. Half of him was overjoyed and the other half was terrified. This was what he'd always wanted. He wanted to wield the staff from the very beginning. He wanted to measure up to San's hopes. But... this was all starting to become too real for his liking. Not wanting to ponder it longer, he turned to Terry. "H... How did you get infected, anyway? What reason would you have to make a deal with a wendigo?"
"I didn't make a deal, Jack. I didn't even know it had infected me until a few days ago. When I saw how you were training under San, I was so jealous. I started to have doubts about myself. I started thinking that maybe I should stop being so lazy and try and find a purpose in life. I think that's how the wendigo got to me. It was just reflecting my own thoughts back to me, so I thought nothing of it. It was only when it started draining the rest of Tempest Island alongside me and that black fluid began dripping out of my mouth that I discovered the truth. I hid myself in the cave to protect the rest of the village, but..." Terry sighed. "Clearly, it didn't work."
Jack Thunder paused. Was that really how Terry felt? "You were jealous of me?" he asked, bemused.
"Yes. Why are you so surprised?"
"Terry, you have the perfect life. I mean, everyone in the village loves you. You're a surfing champion both here and out on the surface. Meanwhile, I just summon storms I can't control and cause havoc wherever I go. You didn't even lose your parents in the War like I did!" Jack Thunder barked, his voice suddenly full of anguish. "If anyone should be wielding this staff, it's you!"
"No, I shouldn't, Jack." Terry countered firmly. "All I can do is clear the clouds away and surf. I don't have the drive to learn magic that you do. I'm sure you know more about magic than anyone in this village. But you're not just knowledgeable; you're brave. San's right. You're the best hope we have of saving our world."
A heavy silence fell between them. Neither one knew what to say. Jack Thunder was the first to break the silence.
"Ah. Well... I think I need to be getting home now. Frosti's probably getting worried."
"Wait." Jack Thunder paused. "If there's anything I can do to help, just call me. I'll help in any way I can."
"Alright. I'm gonna hold you to that."
They both laughed. With their final goodbyes spoken, Jack Thunder and San left the room, and the spa, behind in the darkness.