(A/N: 'jet's thoughts' was originally written as a truly solitary piece,
but I decided to write stuff for the others, too.)
I'm trying to sleep, but it's just not working. I've got too much to think about. The shock on jet's face when he was told what he truly was... it was pain, shock, denial, hate, all these things and more rolled into one.
Poor guy. He's lived his life alone, with no idea what he was, now, after tagging along with us, he finally found out.
I wonder if he ever wanted to know. He seemed so determined not to care, but maybe that was a cover-up for his own feelings.
But now, he knows, and there's no changing it. I want to confront him, tell him we're here for him, that I'm here for him, but I just know he'll push me away like he always does. He pushes everyone away. But, when I saw that look on his face, it opened the only vulnerable gap I ever saw in him.
Perhaps, perhaps now he'll let me past his defenses. I sigh just as gallows grunts. I roll over and murmur. "If only you didn't push us all away."
My eyes have been shut this whole time, in the hopes that I'll fall asleep. I hope jet isn't awake; my big mouth could cause some confusion I'd rather not contend with. At least it was quiet, maybe he couldn't understand it if he heard me.
Gallows starts snoring. And lucky me, I get to sleep in proximity to him. Ugh. It's a strange benefit, though; it keeps the local creatures from ambushing us in our sleep.
I just know jet's gonna sulk until we get him into a battle, then all his outer troubles drop away, revealing a strong, capable....
My thoughts drift as I run out of words. Maybe I'm falling asleep. No such luck. Right now, gallows is ripping off the longest, loudest snore I've heard yet. If I was anywhere near asleep, I'm not now.
I hope jet remembers we're all here for him; I don't want him to shut himself away even more than he already has. Sure, he's opened up over time, but he's always quick to close.
Oh, I feel sleep coming onto me... could this finally be it? Will I actually get some rest? Another loud snore from gallows denies me that satisfaction. Learn to stay in one position when you sleep, why don't you, gallows? I think only Clive sleeps deep enough to remain undisturbed.
I peek one eye open slightly. The campfire is low, and sitting up against a rock is jet. He looks like he's really thinking hard about something. I hope he's not planning on leaving, like he tried to before. No, I can make out a little of his face in the shadows, it's an echo of the face I saw before. He's thinking about what leehalt said, I know it.
jet, don't let him get to you, he's not even in our way anymore. You're not alone, we all want a piece of who's responsible. Don't isolate yourself.
Without you, we wouldn't be what we are, or where we are now.
I'm trying to sleep, but it's just not working. I've got too much to think about. The shock on jet's face when he was told what he truly was... it was pain, shock, denial, hate, all these things and more rolled into one.
Poor guy. He's lived his life alone, with no idea what he was, now, after tagging along with us, he finally found out.
I wonder if he ever wanted to know. He seemed so determined not to care, but maybe that was a cover-up for his own feelings.
But now, he knows, and there's no changing it. I want to confront him, tell him we're here for him, that I'm here for him, but I just know he'll push me away like he always does. He pushes everyone away. But, when I saw that look on his face, it opened the only vulnerable gap I ever saw in him.
Perhaps, perhaps now he'll let me past his defenses. I sigh just as gallows grunts. I roll over and murmur. "If only you didn't push us all away."
My eyes have been shut this whole time, in the hopes that I'll fall asleep. I hope jet isn't awake; my big mouth could cause some confusion I'd rather not contend with. At least it was quiet, maybe he couldn't understand it if he heard me.
Gallows starts snoring. And lucky me, I get to sleep in proximity to him. Ugh. It's a strange benefit, though; it keeps the local creatures from ambushing us in our sleep.
I just know jet's gonna sulk until we get him into a battle, then all his outer troubles drop away, revealing a strong, capable....
My thoughts drift as I run out of words. Maybe I'm falling asleep. No such luck. Right now, gallows is ripping off the longest, loudest snore I've heard yet. If I was anywhere near asleep, I'm not now.
I hope jet remembers we're all here for him; I don't want him to shut himself away even more than he already has. Sure, he's opened up over time, but he's always quick to close.
Oh, I feel sleep coming onto me... could this finally be it? Will I actually get some rest? Another loud snore from gallows denies me that satisfaction. Learn to stay in one position when you sleep, why don't you, gallows? I think only Clive sleeps deep enough to remain undisturbed.
I peek one eye open slightly. The campfire is low, and sitting up against a rock is jet. He looks like he's really thinking hard about something. I hope he's not planning on leaving, like he tried to before. No, I can make out a little of his face in the shadows, it's an echo of the face I saw before. He's thinking about what leehalt said, I know it.
jet, don't let him get to you, he's not even in our way anymore. You're not alone, we all want a piece of who's responsible. Don't isolate yourself.
Without you, we wouldn't be what we are, or where we are now.
