Thirty-One - Siegrain Fernandes
Siegrain wasn't sure how Ultear had managed to spring Jellal from prison, but he was glad she managed it before their father came home from his trip. There would only be a few more days before he was supposed to be home, and it would have been hard to explain why Jellal would be locked away. As it was, Siegrain didn't really notice a difference between Jellal being at home or not. When he was home, he stayed in his room constantly. He had barely said two words since Ultear and Meredy dropped him off.
Siegrain supposed his mood was due to the news about Fairy Tail's plane crash. Though he would have thought Jellal would want to go visit them in the hospital, even if they wouldn't actually be able to talk to him. Sieg had visited once, but Tenrou Hospital was far away, and it didn't seem worth it to travel all that way to talk to a girl in a coma. He figured he'd just give Jellal space. He had student council matters to focus on anyway.
He had just managed to secure the position of Student Council President. All of his work had paid off. He had a lot more responsibility, but he could handle it. And then his father would see that he could handle the company as well. He was determined to succeed.
-.-.-
One night, Jellal actually came downstairs for dinner.
"Look who's alive!" Siegrain greeted.
"Don't remind me," Jellal said.
"Look," Siegrain said, "I know you're upset about the whole Fairy Tail crash thing, but it's not the end of the world."
Jellal glared at him, which took Siegrain aback. He'd never seen him so angry. "How could you say that?" Jellal asked. "I know you don't care about the rest of them, but I was sure you'd at least be upset to learn that Erza died."
Siegrain was a bit confused. Of course he would be upset if Erza had died, but it hadn't come to that yet. Then he realized what was going on. Jellal had heard the story wrong. Siegrain sighed and figured he ought to explain.
"Jellal-"
"I don't want to hear it, Sieg," Jellal said, getting up and walking out of the kitchen. "I guess I'm done expecting any sort of compassion from you."
"Fine," Sieg snapped. "Go be depressed and alone. See if I care."
He heard the front door slam shut as Jellal left the house. He vaguely wondered where he was going and if he was going to be careful not to get spotted by any police officers. Then he decided he didn't really care. If Jellal wanted to believe Erza was dead, maybe he'd get over her. Maybe then, when she woke up, Sieg wouldn't have to worry about them.