Author's Note: I've been slacking. School. Playing MK2. Yeah. ...um. I've made it through one route, at least... and now I'm trying to decide what battle music I should use on the second. 8D;;
Summary: It's a lesson he's learned, but not one that he's happy about. Sometimes it's hard to imagine her as she was.
There were some times that Vayne wished he still had his powers.
Many of them would be after he'd met up with Roxis or Anna- or the both of them.
They've gotten used to this routine, and now, no words were needed anymore. The first thing they would do upon meeting was solemnly hand over the newest potion that they'd prepared and exchange notes and research, and then they could talk.
They could talk, but that didn't dispel the knowledge that it was futile, inevitable. That everything they were doing, everything that they were trying, really amounted to nothing.
Jess was fading, despite their best efforts.
They could talk, but most of the time they didn't.
They worry about him too, sometimes.
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It was painful enough walking into her room to see her bedridden. Most of her time was spent sleeping now, and when she was awake it wasn't much better. She would express wishes to go outside on some of her better days, but he knew that was something he couldn't grant her.
It's hard to think that once, this girl was so full of energy, so full of life.
The irony wasn't lost on him.
He could only imagine how she thought of this, if she really did understand the full gravity of what was happening. If she understood that her death wasn't something to be taken lightly… and couldn't just be bounced back from, as he'd finally, truly learned when Sulpher had died for the second time, and he could do nothing but accept it. The thought depresses him just to think of it.
But she still always had a smile to offer as he bid her goodnight.
Even though it was the middle of the day.
I'm of the opinion that unless they figure out how to make the Philosopher's Stone damn soon, Jess has slim to none chances.
...I like Jess. Really.