It was in his head, he knew, but it didn't matter. The war was over, the chip gone and those left behind could make new lives. For the first time in a long time, Jet felt certain about things. Life hadn't felt like this after Black Ghost and certainly there'd been no 'after' for him with His Voice, not until Mocawa.
Thinking on Mocawa is what really put everything in perspective. It was an old wound, one that still ached when the weather turned bad, but couldn't affect him anymore and, honestly, it was this place that had helped. They'd helped save the country and the people remaining in it. What better happy ending could he ask for, at least realistically?
It wasn't perfect, but the best things weren't.
Jet milled around the memorial, not really looking for anyone, but gave a smile and a kind greeting to anyone he recognized. Eventually he made it to the wall to find the pictures of the people they'd lost. There were plenty of friends on there, people who's faces he'd forever be sketching so he didn't forget in his unnaturally long life. But there were three pictures his eyes caught on longest.
Chaud, Joe and Pyunma stood out to him and put an ache in his heart. Another old wound, but it was manageable. He wished he could write something nice, something heartfelt and befitting the two who'd been his first family, but nothing he could come up with would be good enough for his brothers and best friends. Remembering them and the others he'd long-missed was the best he could do for them.
That and live on, live as best as he could for as long as he could, protecting what family he still had. He would do better by them than he had by the other cyborgs. His fingers lingered on Joe's picture and he smiled softly. His good-byes were for himself and the ghosts and they resonated in his heart and mind before he stepped away to enjoy the feeling of celebration that surrounded the area.
Jet Link
It was in his head, he knew, but it didn't matter. The war was over, the chip gone and those left behind could make new lives. For the first time in a long time, Jet felt certain about things. Life hadn't felt like this after Black Ghost and certainly there'd been no 'after' for him with His Voice, not until Mocawa.
Thinking on Mocawa is what really put everything in perspective. It was an old wound, one that still ached when the weather turned bad, but couldn't affect him anymore and, honestly, it was this place that had helped. They'd helped save the country and the people remaining in it. What better happy ending could he ask for, at least realistically?
It wasn't perfect, but the best things weren't.
Jet milled around the memorial, not really looking for anyone, but gave a smile and a kind greeting to anyone he recognized. Eventually he made it to the wall to find the pictures of the people they'd lost. There were plenty of friends on there, people who's faces he'd forever be sketching so he didn't forget in his unnaturally long life. But there were three pictures his eyes caught on longest.
Chaud, Joe and Pyunma stood out to him and put an ache in his heart. Another old wound, but it was manageable. He wished he could write something nice, something heartfelt and befitting the two who'd been his first family, but nothing he could come up with would be good enough for his brothers and best friends. Remembering them and the others he'd long-missed was the best he could do for them.
That and live on, live as best as he could for as long as he could, protecting what family he still had. He would do better by them than he had by the other cyborgs. His fingers lingered on Joe's picture and he smiled softly. His good-byes were for himself and the ghosts and they resonated in his heart and mind before he stepped away to enjoy the feeling of celebration that surrounded the area.
There was a brighter future to help build.