A/N: It lacks in romance! Again! Another mindless blurb spat out at midnight! I figure if I keep writing consistently, I'll eventually stumble across something good. You gotta kiss a lot of frogs to get to the prince, am I right? Or 'write' rather. Get it? Am I 'write'? Ha ha. I crack myself up.

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own WA3. That's property of Media Vision. Duh.

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When they have all gone…will you miss them?

'What do you mean? Gone?'

Of course, you are unable to grow.

'Oh….yeah.'

So you will miss them?

The boy pondered for a moment, watching his friends at a distance shifting his weight uneasily from one foot to the other.

'I think I already do.'

How can you miss people who are still here?

At this the boy shrugged, and upon hearing the echoed laughter of his comrades, he smiled.

'I think it makes me happy in a way…to know that they will make new friends, and learn to rely on other people.'

As they relied on you?

'I hope more so. I don't think I made a very good friend.'

I think you accomplished what is capable for one of your design.

'I think I could've done more.'

As do I.

You have no regrets?

'Of course I do. I wouldn't be human if I didn't have regrets…' the boy's thoughts trailed off on the last line as the voice instantly snapped in reply.

But you are not human.

'Yeah…'

You will return to being alone.

'Yeah…'

And you are content in that?

'No. But I'd rather not watch them whither away as I continue to live in this kid's form.'

So you will remember them the way they are now?

'Forever.'

Is it not selfish for you to leave so abruptly?

'Ain't it also a bit selfish of me to stay?'


Being alone

Does not necessarily mean

Being lonely

This drifter

Will traverse wastelands and deserts alone

But never again

Lonely.

He has memories for company

He has forever his youth

He has forever this treasure

Knowledge of truth.

Reminders of friends

Gone long from his sight

As he travels alone

Desolate wings taken flight.

But now that they're gone

His memories seize

The hollows of his heart

Cease to be.

A leader

A scholar

An oaf

And an introvert

Alone

And forgetten

Curled in the dirt

Are the things he once relied on

Money

And guns

The things he'd abide by

But now he is done.

The life of a drifter

No longers exists

So now he's a wanderer

But all he does is drift.

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Chapter Notes: This is all assuming that Jet never ages of course. I am not quite shure where I stand on that topic. So don't get offended if you don't totally agree. What am I saying? You are all open-minded people. You can totally think for yourselves and it's not my place to tell you whether or not to get offended! Sorry! I am totally aware that this is the same style as the other one, and for that I do apologize. But I did end with a failed attempt at poetry. I figured I would try my hand at it though, yano? …It kinda ended on a melancholic note. I didn't mean for that to happen! I wanted it to be kinda bittersweet with him remembering his friends forever even after they were gone, but then I wrote that stupid poem and it killed it! IT KILLED MY HAPPY NOTE AT THE END. :shoots the poem: Why am I posting the poem then, you ask? Because I feel bad for not updating as much as I used to so I decided to post everything I wrote tonight. …I release now re-reading it that it's mostly dialogue. So, I apologize for the lack of descriptions and absence of other characters. I suffer from chronic 'obsessed-with-Jet' syndrome. I also suffer from OOC. So sorry for that lol. I am also sorry for lack of names...What the heck is my problem? I don't like using names. How silly. (So has anybody else realized that I have yet to identify the voice in his head! Jet's gone schitzo! Eto! All his counter parts have formed one schitzo entity and are talkin' to him! The poor kid. I am sorry I made you insane.) Gawsh that was long. Sorry.

Author's notes: Yeah…I know…The whole 'love-stories' thing has kinda died for the moment. Maybe I should make another blurb-story for all the ones I am writing now, and then start posting on this particular story when I am in more of a fluff mode? What d'ya think?