Jet Reflects
I'm Jet Black, recently turned 38. I think one of the reasons Spike got himself killed was so he wouldn't have to get me anything for my birthday. That kid was such a jerk. Don't get me wrong—he was like a little brother to me, but…well, I'm still angry, I guess. What he did was tantamount to suicide. Leaving me here alone, huh. With her.
It's getting lonely on the Bebop. First, Edward and Ein abandoned ship. Ed—well, you never know about her, but she was so desperate to join up with us in the first place. Then she leaves. And Ein—what about that legendary canine fidelity? I was his master before Edward came on board. Right on the heels of those two leaving, Spike goes off and gets himself killed. All that's left is Faye, and she's prone to disappearing acts of her own. She's always come back, but one time she might not. Or maybe one time I won't let her back.
She does things lately—like bend over to pick something up instead of more modestly kneeling. Any direction gives me a show. Though watching from the front side is especially good—she has such a beautiful rack. I could never get tired of it. Yeah, she's doing things to torment my masculinity. She wears perfume on days in space when no one else is around. Traipses around in her bathrobe. And she's taken to sneaking in my room and sleeping on my floor sometimes.
Still, I don't dare think she's doing this all for me. It was obvious to me she was crazy about Spike. I thought I'd stay out of the way—how could I compete with someone the girls found such a "hunk"? A handsome young man, a beautiful young lady…but he walked around, oblivious to her charms. I wondered if he even cared for her at all, you know, as a person, a comrade. Kid was such a fool.
I thought she'd go, just like the rest of them, find a different fate. Leave me alone to pick up new stray dogs. But she's hung on. It's just her and me. And besides the lingering atmosphere of remorse and grief, there's a new feeling in the air…one of electricity.
She's changing, true. Spike's death—she's taking it hard. And now it's like this once flighty bird has had her wings clipped. But I don't think I'll ever trust her completely. But I don't need to trust her to care.