Stray Cat Serenade Avant Title
He smiles, and points a finger with his right hand. "Bang." Slowly, he topples foreword, and is still. You'll Carry That Weight. Jet and Faye had not moved since Spike left. It was silent on the ship. A step- Faye looked up hopefully- To a trenchcoated, brown-haired figure with a bowed head.
"You know, his guardian star dimmed beyond the eye's discernment. not quite entirely fading away."
The low soprano voice was as soft-spoken as Spike's, quiet-toned.
Jet looked up as the significance of what this stranger said registered.
She was noiselessly headed towards the door.
"What-"
"The leadership of the Red Dragon Syndicate has changed hands. It has fallen to a person with an unknown current location for safekeeping, so once the Bebop is flyable, you should go."
Faye blinked in startlement.
"Damn, it was the Red Dragons?!?"
A slow nod. Jet shook his head.
"You do not know what you just heard. It was never said. This conversation never happened, and sessha was never here. Understand?"
"Why?"
The stranger turned.
"Because, Faye Valentine, there are others who would kill for this information. Sessha would die to keep it secret. Spike is truly free for the first time in his life. His living or dying his choice alone, and will depend on will."
A pause.
"He was the kind of person who deserved a better life. though the death he chose was as fitting as they come."
She turned to leave. Faye reached for her arm and missed.
"Wait! - Why are you telling us this?"
She sadly smiled.
"He will need a place to return to, eventually. As much as sessha means to him. it is a future, not the past, he will need a reminder of. If he lives."
Jet limped over as she opened the hatch.
"Who are you?"
"A ghost who has no single place to return to, Jet Black. Only a stray black cat chained to a thing it no longer belongs to."
"How do you know our names?"
Another sad smile as the stranger stepped outside.
"Sayonara, Faye Valentine."
Jet reached an arm to block her,
"How do you know we will keep this a secret?"
"Because you are all each other has left."
She walked off into the red Mars dust, gloved hands tucking loose hair behind an ear.
"Will you at least tell us your name?" Faye shouted at the receding figure.
"If you see him again. tell him the tiger-striped cat had a choice, and could live a million years before joining the white cat in death."
He smiles, and points a finger with his right hand. "Bang." Slowly, he topples foreword, and is still. You'll Carry That Weight. Jet and Faye had not moved since Spike left. It was silent on the ship. A step- Faye looked up hopefully- To a trenchcoated, brown-haired figure with a bowed head.
"You know, his guardian star dimmed beyond the eye's discernment. not quite entirely fading away."
The low soprano voice was as soft-spoken as Spike's, quiet-toned.
Jet looked up as the significance of what this stranger said registered.
She was noiselessly headed towards the door.
"What-"
"The leadership of the Red Dragon Syndicate has changed hands. It has fallen to a person with an unknown current location for safekeeping, so once the Bebop is flyable, you should go."
Faye blinked in startlement.
"Damn, it was the Red Dragons?!?"
A slow nod. Jet shook his head.
"You do not know what you just heard. It was never said. This conversation never happened, and sessha was never here. Understand?"
"Why?"
The stranger turned.
"Because, Faye Valentine, there are others who would kill for this information. Sessha would die to keep it secret. Spike is truly free for the first time in his life. His living or dying his choice alone, and will depend on will."
A pause.
"He was the kind of person who deserved a better life. though the death he chose was as fitting as they come."
She turned to leave. Faye reached for her arm and missed.
"Wait! - Why are you telling us this?"
She sadly smiled.
"He will need a place to return to, eventually. As much as sessha means to him. it is a future, not the past, he will need a reminder of. If he lives."
Jet limped over as she opened the hatch.
"Who are you?"
"A ghost who has no single place to return to, Jet Black. Only a stray black cat chained to a thing it no longer belongs to."
"How do you know our names?"
Another sad smile as the stranger stepped outside.
"Sayonara, Faye Valentine."
Jet reached an arm to block her,
"How do you know we will keep this a secret?"
"Because you are all each other has left."
She walked off into the red Mars dust, gloved hands tucking loose hair behind an ear.
"Will you at least tell us your name?" Faye shouted at the receding figure.
"If you see him again. tell him the tiger-striped cat had a choice, and could live a million years before joining the white cat in death."