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 Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 10:54 pm
"Haha. It doesn't sound selfish when you want to include your mother in your dreams," she paused and somewhat patted his head. It was kind of her way of showing physical reassurance. "Even as a doctor, they'd make enough money and eventually think about the money instead of the people they wanted to help. I mean, I hope I don't get to be that way, but no one ever really knows, right?"
When Jett talked about her having a good head and heart, Candice couldn't help herself, stood up, and gave him a tight hug. Once the hug was over, she picked up her book bag. "I really hope so. It was after being in the Surrounding and seeing all the wounded and that magical area that made me want to help people."
Candice looked at him with gentle eyes. "You have a good heart too, yah know. I'm glad that Raven managed to find someone so sweet to be with. I hope she holds on to you and tight at that!" She gave him a warm and comforting smile and waved at him.
"It is getting late, but it was wonderful seeing you alive and well, Jett. Maybe we can meet up some other time!" Candice continued on the path she was taking home before she ran into Jett. "If my heart is really that good, I really hope that I can help as many people as I can!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 11:09 pm
Jett blinked, watching as Candice started walking off. He hadn't ever really considered himself to have a good heart--not after all the bullying and picking on people he'd done. It didn't help that he didn't regret any of it.
He wasn't a 'good' person, just an opportunistic person. If being nice to someone meant he could gain something, sure. He might go along with it. Or just beat the s**t out of them and take what he wanted--that was an option, too.
The hug had surprised him, and yet when Candice had drawn away, he immediately wished he was back home in the warmth of his home. He collected his things, thinking it might not be so bad to bump into Candice again. It was good to have someone to chit chat about such things with, and she'd been incredibly easy to talk to. There were no questioning or doubtful looks like some of his friends from before the Surrounding had given him when he tried to explain something to them--even when he wasn't indulging in fantastic tales of science fiction. No, he'd kept most of the happenings of the Surrounding to himself for fear of being locked up in the Looney Bin.
Fries gone, curry practically inhaled, Jett crumbled up his trash when he stood, tossing the garbage into the trashcan near to the bench before he looked up at the sky. He thought of the Surrounding only briefly and then shook his head.
Candice was right: they'd been given a fresh start, in many aspects of the word. Those that had died had been reborn--and, even he had been reborn, in a sense. He had Remarque, now--an identity the Surrounding had given him. For a long moment, he looked into the sky and then drew his gaze away. He shook his head, as if that would clear his thoughts, and then just jammed his hands into his pockets as he trudged back to his own home, quite eager to escape the cold and danger of the night.
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