Just Because...
By: M14mouse
Disclaimer: Don't own them....just want to borrow them.
Summary: Why did Jet stay with the gang even when he was so against stay with them in the first place? Jet's POV
Idiots...

That is what they are.

Nothing but idiots. They believe the world can be saved! It is almost funny and sad. It is a sad fact that the world is dying. Hope is all good but is it enough? Is hope enough when cold, unfeeling reality breathing down your neck? I think not.

Then why don't I leave? I cannot believe I have not taken off yet. I don't believe in some silly world saving or that girl with that stupid idea of justice! Justice! Of all of things, that girl can believe in. Virginia, I think her name is. She wields a pair of guns and bosses everyone around like we are her toy soldiers. We should be a team, she said. We have a common goal. She can kiss my ARMS. She has been a drifter for a couple of days. A stupid girl. Of course, my allies are not any brighter. Clive is a "scientist". He is a man that study Filgaia's memories. Clive is smart. I will give him that but he follows just like everyone else. I am the only one that voices my opinion and then everyone shot me down like a fly on a wall. Figures that much. Of course, he believes in that we can save Filgaia from decaying. Forget what I said, Clive is an idiot, too.

Memories are over-rated. Memories are pictures and feelings. Neither helps me as a drifter. Of course, I don't have any memories. So, I don't see the value of running around search for memories of Filgaia. The only thing I care about money. Money puts me in a warm bed and food in my stomach. That is enough for me. Back to the question, why I am still here?

A little voice echoes though my head...

Because you must...

OH, shut up! I am really beginning to hate that stupid guardian! It annoys me with complains and comments about me. How I should tell the truth about myself. How I should open myself to them. But worst of all, it makes me feel. It cut though every wall of my soul and force feelings into me. I hate it! The only reason, I have not thrown this piece of junk into the trash because it makes me stronger. The stronger you are, the more likely you survive the wasteland. Survival is the most important in this world.

Survival would have to hit Gallows on the head to get its point across. Gallows is the most annoying idiot I have ever met. His personality just grinds on my nerves like a saw. I feel sorry for his relatives that deal with him. His head is somewhere between the clouds and the barrels of his ARMS. Sometimes, I just want to shot him. Sadly, the others outnumber me. I may not value much but my life is one of them.

So, why am I here? I can pack my things and leave. Ahhh...this is giving me a headache. So for now, I will stay. Not because to save the world or anything. I am staying just because I want to.

For now . . . that is good enough.

The End.

A/N: My first Wild Arms fic..I think you guys will enjoy it. Please read and review if you wish. This was fun to write. I hope you enjoy it. Bye-bye.