It seems to be on a whim, but Jared pulls out a lighter. He holds a Lunar Government flag in front of him. He strikes the lighter and a bright flame blossoms from it. He holds the flame to the flag. It crumbles to black dust in his hand.
Who has seen the wind? Neither i nor u But when the leaver hang trembling, The wind is passing through Who has seen the wind? Neither u nor i But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by.