For a moment, Conor drifts backwards in space, stunned. Then, Eridan reminds him loudly of the "--ON! THE DEMON! NOIR IS RIGHT THERE, TURN THE HELL AROUND!", at which point Conor shakes himself and turns. Jack is indeed "right there" apparently sailing closer through space with each passing second. Without really thinking about what he was doing, Conor brandishes Nehima like the sword stuck in Jack's chest, and curls his illusory lips back in a snarl. Against all logic and probably suicidally, he charges forward instead of back, knowing that distance has no meaning as to whether he survives. Only keeping up the appearance of being the Mendicant can do that, an appearance he feels is dangerously uncertain after his use of White Magic.