Chapter 2
"So you are the Carbon Qwaser? That's cool….Can you like manipulate life and stuff like that? Can you like make life? Can you…"
Elizabeth was like a fan girl now to Aldous, as he escorted the two back to the church. He felt like giving a glare to warn her but apparently that wouldn't work on someone like her. He could only bear with it for now. Soon they will back with Athos and he will be able to continue his wandering life. So he answered back.
"Yes I can manipulate life forms and their cells but I don't create life. That requires a lot more than simple carbon to make." He replied with his tone indifferent.
"So where do you get your soma? Do you like absorb from your enemy or do you…"
"No. I never touch woman, much less rape them….." Now, they were on a touchy subject. He has always hated being asked about his source of soma. Seriously, he himself does not even know where he gets soma or whether he needs soma at all.
"How is obtaining soma raping? You mean every time I get soma from Teresa here, you think I'm raping her?" Oops, looks like someone annoyed by his comment. But honestly, he could imagine Lizzie suddenly grabbing Teresa's chest. That is called molesting. What happens after that is what he calls rape.
Jethro looked at the blonde girl with the red eyes. She was a head shorter than him but certainly had much more energy and spunk than him. She was on the pretty side, not spectacularly beautiful, but charming…..in a way. "Sure, a girl with a huge titanium sword is definitely going to have some admirers." He thought and almost felt like having a giggle.
"So what's your answer to that?" Lizzie the tomboy continues to question him.
"Why don't I ask Teresa? Hey, Sister Teresa," He called out to the dog-eared nun. "Don't you feel embarrassed when you…..um…you know?" He whispered to her, though he was not sure whether to whisper in her real ear or her dog ears of hair.
Then, a tell-tale blush crept up her face and Thanatos knew he got his answer. "See that, Lizzie? She's blushing. She's obviously embarrassed. So you raped her."
"I have most certainly not. She's embarrassed because a random guy called Jethro just asked her about it. If he never did, then she'll never think about, right? So that guy is the one raping her?" Oh dear, now she's giving him the 3rd person treatment, he thought. And now the blame's on him.
However, he never experienced being treated like this before. Most of the time, he was wanted, always on demand, always treated like a weapon of mass destruction. Now this girl is looking at him as a person, both pushing and pulling him from and to her. He can't say he felt good about but he had never this much fun just by talking. Fun. That word scares him.
He was having 'fun' when he killed all those Qwasers back then. He was having 'fun' messing with the cycle of life. He was having 'fun' when he tortured his victims, keeping them alive in endless pain. Fun was now something he had hated and condemned for years now. Yet this fun was different. There was no excessive demand for more and it felt pure, more relieving than addictive. It was a new type of fun, a more pleasant one. Something he might get used to. But he can't take his chances too much. His experience has told him that.
"So you're the Qwaser of Titanium? So that sword Excalibur is your only source of Titanium." He decided to change the subject from him to this girl, who was now harassing Teresa on why she blushed.
"Huh? Oh, you mean me?" Elizabeth stopped her harassment and left the poor nun alone. "Well, sometimes yes. But once, we were at this military base to fight some Adepts. There were many of them but that battle was so easy."
Aldous immediately understood. "You used missiles and tanks at them? That's expensive, especially if you just threw it at them."
"Yep, Lizzie here had created a 3 billion-dollar bill for Athos with her carelessness. She got a screaming from Yuri when we got home." Teresa commented on the fly.
"I still can't believe that I got a chance to actually meddle with tanks." Elizabeth laughed as she thought back about the incident. She remembered throwing one or two missiles and maybe rammed some Adepts with a tank but never remembered actually getting a battleship to launch a full barrage on the enemy.
"So, did you do something you're not telling me?" Jet started questioning after he saw the cheeky smile on her face. There was sure to be more that she did.
"Oh, nothing. Just trying to remember how did I control an entire battleship." Jethro fell down to the ground, stunned and disabled by the revelation. This girl is certainly way more energetic than him. Teresa could only sigh as she helped him up.
By the time they got to the church, with Yuri at the door, Elizabeth and Jethro had talked about quite a lot of things, mostly about Elizabeth. A girl who loved beef stew, had friends named Sasha, Mafuya and Miyuri, used to have a training master, used to spar with Sasha once in a while, studied at St. Mihailov Academy, had a particular hate for physical education(God knows why), had a particular liking for chemistry(Now that he understands.). A unique but otherwise normal girl. Unlike him. Then, he had never known so much about a single person before.
"I see you met Jethro, Lizzie," Yuri nodded in welcome to the both of them. Then he turned to Jethro. Jet immediately knew he wanted to leave now. "You already made acquaintance with one of our Qwasers. Are you sure you won't…"
"No. That's it." He begin to turn and walk off. No time to dilly dally and let Yuri's words get to his head.
"Hey! Wait first," Elizabeth ran up to him, carrying a pendent. "Thanks for your help back there. Here. It's my gratitude." The pendent was nothing special, just a titanium charm attached to a brown string. "It was a lovely piece of a missile that I had used." Fell down again, disabled.
"Umm, thanks." Jet received the gift after picking himself up. She gave another smile to him. He could only smile back before continuing. If she had known what he had done back then, she would not have given such a smile. Most definitely not.
He disappeared into the trees, hoping to be forgotten by Elizabeth. It is better he walks alone. But the pendent on his neck told him otherwise.
