JEAN
Dr Mendarl looked over the rim of his glasses at the boy sitting across from him, flicking his eyes briefly down to the file on the desk, and then back up. The kid shifted a little, reaching a hand up and running it through his two tone hair. The psychiatrist smiled at him.
"So, Jean isn't it? Nice to meet you."
He only got a brief nod in response. Alright then…
"Well, you no doubt know why I am here, so I guess I will just come out and ask you- how are you doing?"
"Seriously? No deep analytical mumbo jumbo? How am I doing?"
"Yes, how are you doing?"
"Umm, fine I guess. Can I go now?"
The older man smiled again, "Not quite, I just have a few more things to cover. You are one of the cadets from the 104th right? Fought in the battle for Trost."
"Yep."
"I heard you lost a friend in that fiasco. Marco?"
The look which the kid shot in his direction was harsh enough that he had to resist the urge to gulp.
"I don't talk about that. At least not with some random guy I don't know. Look, what do you really want to know? Whether I am mentally stable right? Well relax because I am. In fact, out of all the people in this outfit I am probably one of the few who are within the realms of 'normal' on the crazy spectrum."
The psychiatrist scribbled down some notes, face unreadable, then looked back at the teenager who was now sitting with crossed arms. "So, how is your relationship with your mother?"
