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She liked to believe, even after the orange rats reveled themselves, that the Precursors would deliver them to paradise. They were the world's salvation; if not for them they would all be dead. No, no, no. That wasn't right; if it wasn't for Jak they would all be dead. He was the real hero. He had the scars to prove it. She had only seen them once, but that one time had been enough for her to see the twisted anger that boiled underneath.
Even if he had been there to personally save her, she highly doubted that he would have. Orange Lightning would never have let him live it down.
She had let herself drift, everything felt dreamlike. And she didn't want to be woken up. The future looked so bleak now, the monks came and went. The people of Spargus had started to reevaluate their lives.
Gloved fingers brushed over the wasteland-born girls shoulder.
"Are you feeling well? You look pale."
It was odd that she had let this one into her life, he had even seen her without her face paint, something reserved for those closest to the monks. He had been one of those who had started to change, he had been a mechanic but now he was helping up-keep the temple. He had been by her side, even when the others left.
She had started to hide away from him; the catacombs below had become a frequent spot. Now she didn't know what to think. The monks of ages past had spent their lives looking to become those furballs, or at least become a bit more like them. She let her mind drift back to Jak, Mar she corrected herself. Was he the Mar? Or merely named for one of his ancestors? He was after all from the House.
Spargus had come far. The maurder attacks had come less frequently. Metalheads were still out there, few in number with no real leaders. The Golden Order had been all but destroyed. Perhaps it was time that the ways of old made way for the new ones. A young boy on a leaper sped past her, yet people paid the albino girl no mind. This was the first time that she had gone without her 'mask' since she was five. That was when the high priest had taken her in, raised her as though she were a boy.
"Seem? Are you Okay? Please speak to me!"
Now he was worried, she hated seeing him like that.
"I am fine, just leave me be. I need some time to think."
His chocolate eyes lost the light shine in them, and a sigh passed through his lips without permission.
"No! I'm not gunna give you time to mope around! You shouldn't be dwelling in the past, wasn't it you who told me to thrive for the future? Or is that Seem gone?"
She could see the hurt bubble to the surface. She wasn't moping, was she? But he was right. It was time to forget all that happened this past year and move on. There was a bigger plan set into action by Sig, she needed to focus.
Way early update. Please reveiw? Not sure who I'll be doing next, any ideals for the songs? Their listed in the prevous chappies.