He was simply tired, so his judgment probably wasn't at it's best. It was probably quite foggy from his lack of sleep and bottling emotions. They were like a time bomb ready to explode. One of B-Squad's worst features was their emotions. They weren't yet broken of them, weren't trained as strenuously as A-Squad and still maintained much of their childish behavior. Still argued like C squad cadets. Wore their hearts on their sleeves.
Jack leaned back against his chair with his arms folded. Wearing his SPD uniform, he hadn't in a while..but for some reason it just clicked when Charlie was there. She was still A-Squad, and he was still B. The "lower rank" still applied even if it was only in his head.
He thought about it..he hated to admit it, but she was right. If it had been him, he couldn't just sit back and let his squad suffer. He couldn't just watch if Bridge, Syd, or any of SPD suffered. Still, he didn't know. All this could be a lie. Everything she was telling him...