The Demon Lord, Haruko- Chapter Twenty- Four.
Aaron slowly sipped his tea as Jet spoke. Seeing him was as if the past Jet was here, now. The one he thought would be there for Todd, however, he was gone now, the only part left of him locked away in this person, this machine.
"So, from what I gathered I'm not your friend. Just some experiment," Jet stated as Aaron placed his glass down.
"If Elliot was involved I'm sure there was a greater purpose."
Jet sighed. "I seriously doubt it. And asking him would be impossible. They're all dead."
"Perhaps, but he modeled you after his son. You have the original Jet's memories."
Jet gritted his teeth. "What don't you get?! I'm not your friend, I'll never be. He and I have completely different lives! I may look like him, and have some of his memories, but I'm not even a real person!" he exclaimed as he stood up and walked outside.
Aaron took another sip of his tea before following.
"You may not be Jet, but you're the closest thing," he stated as he caught up with the opposite Drifter. Jet stopped as he heard those words, allowing Aaron to continue.
"At least Todd doesn't have to know his brother died anymore. And then his father leaves. It was horrible to him."
Jet turned to face Aaron. "I'm not even supposed to be Jet Enduro, but some Adam Kadmon. Look, I'm sorry that Todd's brother died, but I'm not him. I'm not real!" he yelled.
Aaron glanced at the ground. "That's fine if you want to think of it that way, but... you have a purpose. I don't mean the one you were originally designed for. Look at yourself! You can think, feel. You hold emotions, even memories! You may be a machine, but you're so much human you're not. The fact is, the Enduros adopted Todd for a chance of the true Jet to have a brother. It was the same for Todd. He loved that family so much, that he tried to protect his mother, even if she wasn't. You may not be the real Jet, but he died. There's no use to compare when there's only one left! You might have been meant to be Adam Kadmon, but you're Jet Enduro to those who've met you. Right, now you're your own Jet."
Jet glanced to the ground. "But what am I supposed to do?"
Aaron shrugged. "I'm not sure. I guess you'll have to figure that out by yourself."
Todd added the finishing touches to his picture before placing his name in the bottom- right hand corner of the paper.
Virginia stepped into the den as he finished. "What're you drawing?" she asked while sitting beside him. Todd sighed. "Just a picture. It's nothing unique. But, I guess you could say it's my trademark or so, something to leave behind if I don't come back."
Virginia glanced at the picture for a second before looking back at Todd. "I'm sure you'll be okay, besides, you don't have to come with us if you don't want to."
Todd shook his head. "No, I'll go. I feel as if I need to."
The rest of the day passed on slowly. The group would depart at dawn, much to Gallow's protest once again.
Clive assisted his wife with dinner that night. He decided to eat with his family alone. The others had no trouble with it. Virginia and Todd had even persuaded Aaron to stay for dinner.
Todd had demanded Aaron to inform him of his past life. Jet decided to eat alone on the porch that night, wanting no part whatsoever in the discussion. That left all but Gallows, who went to sleep early.
Jet slowly sipped his soup before glancing back at the sky. Virginia stepped outside a moment later, carrying her own bowl.
Jet shifted uncomfortably at the girl's sudden, but predictable appearance.
"What?" he asked as she took a seat beside him and began to eat.
"It was too tense in there in my opinion. I'd rather feel relaxed."
Jet quickly took two sips of his soup. "Could Todd be right? He can't be... Shit, I guess I'll have to endure this," he thought as the girl glanced at him.
"This seems a tad spicy, what do you think?"
Jet quickly thought of an appropriate answer, but one that seemed like it was coming from him. "It's fine," he answered, sighing.
Virginia pouted at her feeble attempts to try and start a conversation with him. She decided to use her last resort.
"So, what're you going to do once this is all over?"
Jet finished his soup before answering. "Probably just go and wander. Maybe rent a Sandcraft and travel."
Virginia suddenly stood up. "Then it's settled! We are to make the best of this, got it?!"
Jet glanced at her before returning his gaze to the floor. He decided it was better thank being killed.
(This was a bit of a space filler if you ask me.)
Aaron slowly sipped his tea as Jet spoke. Seeing him was as if the past Jet was here, now. The one he thought would be there for Todd, however, he was gone now, the only part left of him locked away in this person, this machine.
"So, from what I gathered I'm not your friend. Just some experiment," Jet stated as Aaron placed his glass down.
"If Elliot was involved I'm sure there was a greater purpose."
Jet sighed. "I seriously doubt it. And asking him would be impossible. They're all dead."
"Perhaps, but he modeled you after his son. You have the original Jet's memories."
Jet gritted his teeth. "What don't you get?! I'm not your friend, I'll never be. He and I have completely different lives! I may look like him, and have some of his memories, but I'm not even a real person!" he exclaimed as he stood up and walked outside.
Aaron took another sip of his tea before following.
"You may not be Jet, but you're the closest thing," he stated as he caught up with the opposite Drifter. Jet stopped as he heard those words, allowing Aaron to continue.
"At least Todd doesn't have to know his brother died anymore. And then his father leaves. It was horrible to him."
Jet turned to face Aaron. "I'm not even supposed to be Jet Enduro, but some Adam Kadmon. Look, I'm sorry that Todd's brother died, but I'm not him. I'm not real!" he yelled.
Aaron glanced at the ground. "That's fine if you want to think of it that way, but... you have a purpose. I don't mean the one you were originally designed for. Look at yourself! You can think, feel. You hold emotions, even memories! You may be a machine, but you're so much human you're not. The fact is, the Enduros adopted Todd for a chance of the true Jet to have a brother. It was the same for Todd. He loved that family so much, that he tried to protect his mother, even if she wasn't. You may not be the real Jet, but he died. There's no use to compare when there's only one left! You might have been meant to be Adam Kadmon, but you're Jet Enduro to those who've met you. Right, now you're your own Jet."
Jet glanced to the ground. "But what am I supposed to do?"
Aaron shrugged. "I'm not sure. I guess you'll have to figure that out by yourself."
Todd added the finishing touches to his picture before placing his name in the bottom- right hand corner of the paper.
Virginia stepped into the den as he finished. "What're you drawing?" she asked while sitting beside him. Todd sighed. "Just a picture. It's nothing unique. But, I guess you could say it's my trademark or so, something to leave behind if I don't come back."
Virginia glanced at the picture for a second before looking back at Todd. "I'm sure you'll be okay, besides, you don't have to come with us if you don't want to."
Todd shook his head. "No, I'll go. I feel as if I need to."
The rest of the day passed on slowly. The group would depart at dawn, much to Gallow's protest once again.
Clive assisted his wife with dinner that night. He decided to eat with his family alone. The others had no trouble with it. Virginia and Todd had even persuaded Aaron to stay for dinner.
Todd had demanded Aaron to inform him of his past life. Jet decided to eat alone on the porch that night, wanting no part whatsoever in the discussion. That left all but Gallows, who went to sleep early.
Jet slowly sipped his soup before glancing back at the sky. Virginia stepped outside a moment later, carrying her own bowl.
Jet shifted uncomfortably at the girl's sudden, but predictable appearance.
"What?" he asked as she took a seat beside him and began to eat.
"It was too tense in there in my opinion. I'd rather feel relaxed."
Jet quickly took two sips of his soup. "Could Todd be right? He can't be... Shit, I guess I'll have to endure this," he thought as the girl glanced at him.
"This seems a tad spicy, what do you think?"
Jet quickly thought of an appropriate answer, but one that seemed like it was coming from him. "It's fine," he answered, sighing.
Virginia pouted at her feeble attempts to try and start a conversation with him. She decided to use her last resort.
"So, what're you going to do once this is all over?"
Jet finished his soup before answering. "Probably just go and wander. Maybe rent a Sandcraft and travel."
Virginia suddenly stood up. "Then it's settled! We are to make the best of this, got it?!"
Jet glanced at her before returning his gaze to the floor. He decided it was better thank being killed.
(This was a bit of a space filler if you ask me.)