I think of the scene from the old movie “The Hunchback of Notre Dame,” in which Charles Laughton swings down on a rope to scoop up Maureen O'Hara thus saving her from the noose. He stands high up on the church holding the fainted Maureen over his head and yells, “Sanctuary! Sanctuary!”
Jeb owed it to God and to Terry to perform a morally equivalent feat, and he ended up being a Pontius Pilat.
Perfectly stated.
Amazing correct analogy...