"Example: I'm in New Haven right? City is burning, people are dying left and right and THIS asshole rushes me with a SPOON-a freakin' SPOON-and i'm dying laughing right? So I scoop out his stupid eyeballs with it and his kids are all like 'WAAAAH" -oh he can't see where he's goin', he's bumpin' into stuff. I don't know maby you had to be there- the moral is: You're a total bitch."
-Handsome Jack
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As New Haven burned around him, clouding his eyes, clogging his lungs, all Kyle could think of was his suprisingly good luck, despite the circumstance.
He was nearing fifty, well above the life expectancy of someone born on Pandora. He owned his own house and farmed a patch of land on the trash coast. He had managed to escape his childhood gang, find a wife, and raise three respectable children, two daughters and a son.
His first daughter, Melissia, had actually gained a scholarship to an off-world academy and was studing biology, likely to never return to the hell of Pandora. He had cried tears of joy and sadness, sending thankful prayers to all gods he knew, for an entire day, at the thought of his daughter finding an escape. He often boasted her as "the greatest mind in Pandora."
His second daughter, Cassidy, was adament about saving the planet, not leaving it. She told him that she was studing medicine in Pandora's artic circle, hoping to save the planet one injured soul at a time. The "artic circle" part was a lie that she told him so he wouldn't worry about her safety, as he knew she was a traveling doctor, offering her services to any and all if they would pledge pacifism. But he was beyond proud, and boasted about her to anyone who would listen. "The saint of Pandora," he called her.
His son, the youngest, Anthony, was considerably less talked about by his father, but he was no less loved and he was probably even better known by the people of New Haven than the first two. Anthony had been a simple boy, loving the life of a farmer and loving a girl in town even more. At age six he had professed his love for her and at seven he proposed. This was of course seen simply as kids messing around at the time but ten years later Anthony saw that marriage to be as real as ever, and he was still maddeningly in love. When he was twelve he declared himself a man, and by the next standard year everyone in town agreed with him. He was a honest boy who knew what he wanted, and was happy with what he had, and this gained him much respect.
So yes, Kyle had a good life. He hoped that his son had made it out of the city in time. Looking up, Kyle could see the outline of his wife's tombsone on a hill not far off. Grabbing his knife off the ground, he filled his lungs with one last breath, and made a rush to stab the bastard who was killing his town.
It was only when the "knife" bounced hatmlessly off the man's shield that he realized he grabbed a spoon by accident.
He really hoped his son had made it out.
A/N: Yeah I know this is short but i didn't see any reason to drag it any longer than it needed to be. And it always kinda bothered me that Jack talks about slaughtering New Haven but Pierce's logs say they escaped by train. So... if you want me to do a train scene then I would love to! Please review.
