Quote:I can't remember when I realised Jet was mortally wounded. Ford figured it out first - and decided it was better for her to leave and move on with her life, rather than burn-out trying to keep Jet alive.
All she needed to do was talk to someone - but she never could or would. She had this idea that, if it got out she needed help, then people wouldn't have faith in her, or believe in her ability to do things and it'd start some sort of death spiral. She thought it was some mad trick of the 'wave or something.
And I accepted that. She'd be a casualty of war, only delayed by a decade or so. There're many like that. Then the reactor blew, and between Mackie getting shot down, Asmodeus Grey and the whole official inquiry on Venus, I thought, it was becoming inevitable.
Maybe she wouldn't hurt herself intentionally, but, there'd be an 'accident', or she'd push something just that bit too far because she didn't care anymore if she didn't come back. I'd be a simple tragedy, an accident most people saw coming and would right off as Jet just being Jet, and then people'd move on. It'd be easier than doing it on purpose.
Then she bought that 747. Craziest thing I ever saw someone do. Half a billion or something - I couldn't believe it. I still don't fully understand it. But, when I saw her afterwards, for the first time in a long time I saw a real light in her eyes. Whatever the hell else reason she bought the thing for - or whatever you think that money might've been better spent on - it seems to make her happy.
I'm still can't shake the fear that each time we talk will be the last - but - when the line cuts out I'm always a little more certain that there will be a next time.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.