thecapitol | speaking with a friend.

Who| Jack Frost and YOU!
What| So is he a Guardian or not? Jack doesn't know anymore.
Where| At night, on the rooftops.
When| Now!
Warnings/Notes| n/a

Jack wandered on the rooftops during the night, looking up to the moon. Ever since finding himself here, he didn't really know what to think of himself, or anything anymore. Lately it had been one change after the next and after the next. He was used to 300 years of the same things, basically. Suddenly being thrust into a time where things was constantly changing was confusing. He felt like things were stuck in his head, and he didn't know where to turn.

The answers didn't come easy here; for Jack Frost, they never seemed to anyway.

He wandered in his bare feet, oblivious to the cold. Even as a human, the cold didn't bother him. If anything, seeing his breath in the middle of the night was a comfort. With no staff to lean on, or a wire to get him a little closer to the night sky, he felt…empty. His arms wrapped themselves around his middle as he shook his head.

"I don't know what's going on anymore." Jack sighed, looking down to his feet. "I just…I don't know what to think.

For 300-some years, I didn't know why I was here. I just thought I was a spirt named Jack Frost who made things cold and snowy. But then I realized I had a sister, and a family…and that I was a Guardian. You made me a Guardian. And it felt really good."

He started to pace. "Then all of a sudden I'm brought here where people are supposed to kill each other. And I just can't understand why. I can't understand any of this!" Jack didn't want to rant to Man in Moon, but it was starting to become that way, wasn't it?

"Why am I here? Why am I here right after learning that I was a Guardian? I'm not supposed to be here! How am I a Guardian if I'm supposed to kill, or be killed myself? What good will I do? There's no center in me anymore if I can't do what I want to. I just don't…" Jack's voice slowly faded as his anger grew, running his hands through his white hair.

"…I don't think you did this. I really don't. I just don't know what to do. Even when I'm not fighting for my life, I don't feel like a Guardian anymore." The last part is a whisper. "And that hurts."

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"It's beautiful up here, isn't it?"

Hanji dropped down next to Jack without so much as a by your leave, gangly limbs and all. She glanced up at the moon with a grin, then down at the lights of the city spread out below them. She was used to being able to see the stars, so the sheer amount of light that came off of the city was a bit different. And pretty in its own way. She shot Jack a grin.

"But a little lonely. It makes you feel small."

The new voice behind him startled Jack. The embarrassment of being caught basically talking to himself (but he wasn't talking to himself, though…), but she didn't seem to mind. She just sat down, and started to wonder. That embarrassment sooner than later started to die, and he sat down right beside her. "Yeah, it is." He looked down to his feet, and sighed. "Especially in a place like this."

"I know what you mean," Hanji replied, voice still filled with a sense of wonder and excitement, "Despite everything that they do here, it's amazing that there's still beauty in it."

She glances at Jack with a shrug, "I guess that just goes to show you that humans can be terrible and still do wonderful things."

There was beauty here, wasn't it? Jack could see.

It was futurely pretty; it felt weird though. Jack had seen things evolve over the years. Things transformed from small log cabins to skyscrapers. But he missed all of this. It was like he blinked, and the entire world had transformed. It was strange, and weird, but at the same time, beautiful.

"Least these guys can do something right." He muttered, looking over to her and offering a smile. "I don't think it'll get better than that, though."

"They're very good at making things look atractive," Hanji laughed, "Even if they aren't..."

After a moment, she offered Jack her hand, "I'm Hanji - what brings you up here, anyway?"

speaking with a friend.

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