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Jett would think about the situation and then pull out the fold in wall bed... "You can sleep here." he'd say as he hobbled back and forth... he was getting dizzy moving so he would sit down and take a second before closing his own eyes... though it was apparent he wouldn't sleep heavy due to the TV being on, his pain, and the tension in the room. "Good night"

Cynthia looked at the bed, then at him. She swallowed up her pride and walked over to it. "...well? You gonna come get some sleep, or what?" she asked softly. "I sure as heck can't sleep alone, not tonight. I don't even want to think about the nightmares I'd have." She waited. Maybe he would come. Maybe he wouldn't. If he didn't, she was pretty certain she'd start crying.

Jett still pissed at the way things had gone simply rolled over without even acknowledging her and covered himself with a blanket on the couch... she'd really done a number on him... he cared for her so deeply that it was physically painful to not get into bed... he laid on the couch for a few moments waiting for her to get into bed... once she had, and likely started crying as well, "It's not that I don't want to lay there..." he'd say out into the darkness of the room, "It's not even that I'm mad at you...", he'd say following the previous statement with a bit of contempt in his voice, "I just don't want you to get hurt... and all I seem to do or at least be good at... is hurting people...", a few tears would rush down his face... he knew what he had said was so true that it hurt him to say it... "I want you to know... I care for you... deeply... but I don't want to see you hurt ever... I'd rather die..." he'd dry his face and turn onto his back... still laying on the couch he could make out her figure on the bed... "It's not easy... knowing when to be with someone, when to protect someone, or even when you should let someone protect you, let alone how to go about those things in the first place... I hate it..."

Cynthia looked at him for a few moments. He wasn't even acknowledging her. She got into the bed and curled up, hiding her face in the pillow. Tears slid down her cheeks. He didn't even say no, he just..ignored her completely. It hurt. Badly.

She listened to him as he spoke, rubbing at her eyes. "You don't want me to get hurt? Yeah, great job you're doing there.." She pulled the covers up over her head. "Idiot. You dying WOULD hurt me." She sighed softly and sniffled. "..love isn't supposed to be easy..." And the hard part came next. "Maybe...this wasn't such a good idea..." He was miserable, she was miserable. Should they really stay together if all it brought them was sadness?

"Cyn, you don't understand... I'll put it to you like this, you've heard of people cutting kids open and filling them with drugs to transport them across international borders?" he'd say with a grim voice, "The Movement taught them that...", he'd pause for a moment, "You know how governments fight invisible wars without a trace or need to take responsibility for it? The movement is a solid part of those wars.", he'd really feel his soul shatter saying this next thing, it angered him so he sat up, raised his voice a little, "My best friend! MY BEST FRIEND! DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM!?", he'd scream as his face soaked with tears turned beat red in the night, "THE MOVEMENT TOOK HIM INTO A BASEMENT AND DID EXPERIMENTS ON HIM! TRYING TO MAKE HIM WHAT I AM! IT KILLED HIM! HE'S GONE! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE KNOWING THAT YOU'RE A PRODUCT OF SOMEONE ELSE'S DEMISE!?", he couldn't hold it back he began to sob as his heart felt so heavy remember the man, the missions, and the corpse... "I'M A TERRIBLE CREATION! I'M AWFUL! WHEN PEOPLE BECOME PART OF MY LIFE THEY BECOME A TEST SUBJECT, LEVERAGE, OR JUST BAIT! I DON'T WANT YOU TO BE BAIT! I CAN'T LOSE ANOTHER PERSON!" he was so angry, but not with her, he was so hurt, but not by her, he was so broken... but not by her... "WHEN I TELL YOU I LOVE YOU, YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT YOU'RE IN DANGER, THAT MY LIFE WILL NEVER BE NORMAL, THAT SOMEONE IS ALWAYS COMING!", he'd stand up and begin to glow, deeply, a light blue as opposed to his normal green... "I LOVE YOU! I DO! IF I LOST YOU... if I lost you... I couldn't fight anymore... I couldn't continue... you're the only thing keeping me apart of this world... the only thing that keeps me from being the killing machine I was designed to be... just you..."

Cynthia sat up and listened to him. She just stayed very quiet and listened to him, letting him get it all out. She smoothed out some wrinkles on the blanket afterwards and look up to him, speaking quietly. "What do you want me to do about it, Jett?" she asked quietly. "What am I supposed to do? Because I don't know. Everything I do seems to make things worse. We love each other. According to you...that's bad. So what do we do? Because I just don't know."

She held her hand out towards him, though she sadly knew he probably wouldn't come over and accept it.

Jett would listen to her words... "It's not bad... it's... dangerous...", he couldn't see her hand, but he heard her move, he would walk over to her... his head feeling better... his arm feeling perfect... he'd healed himself, but not realized it yet... his glow would fade... he would sit on the edge of the bed and lean over his knees and hold his head in his hands... "I don't know what else to say...", and it wasn't that she didn't deserve more... he just didn't know what to do...

Cynthia wrapped her arms around him and leaned against him. "I don't know either, Jett. And I don't know what to do..." She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, hugging him. "It's dangerous to love each other. But we'd both be miserable if we broke up. So...what do we do?" She sighed and closed her eyes. "I...I don't know. But right now...I don't give a shit. I just want to hold you and be with you. That's all that matters to me right now. I don't care about anything else."

Jett agreed that it sounded good, and he nodded to affirm her suggestion... He would crawl into the bed and lay on his back to leave his arm out for her to crawl up and curl up to him. "Come here, lay with me... we'll deal with whatever comes our way... when it comes our way...", he was still very concerned about her, and if they ever got their hands on her, with her body type, relationship with him, not to mention anything else they could think of... he'd likely never see her alive again...

Cynthia lay down and curled up against him, wrapping an arm around him. This was how it should be. Just the two of them, holding each other. "Yeah. And whatever comes our way...we'll kick its ass." She chuckled a little bit and closed her eyes. "Goodnight, Jett. Sleep tight." She stayed against him, relaxing. In his arms, she would soon fall asleep.

Jett wouldn't sleep, but he could calm himself a bit... he wasn't the sleeping type in this situation... he wasn't willing to risk her... as morning drew near he would begin preparation for their departure, he was going to torch and implode the church... He was ready for his device to be working again, while it was a curse to have in the first place, it was the only thing keeping him alive, the only thing keeping her safe... he wanted that feeling back.

Cynthia woke in the morning and got out of bed. She would stretch and then get things ready for them to leave. She didn't say much, giving a simple 'good morning' and making a couple calls to make sure their ride was coming for them. Soon enough, Cynthia got a call and then she looked at Jett. "He's here. Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes, let's get going , I just need to burn this place to the ground.", he would say to her as he would head up the stairs. "Did you get your things from your apartment? You likely won't be able to go back.", he hadn't informed her of this as far as he could remember, but he was certain she understood by this point.

Jett was feeling more and more like himself, at least he was physically able now. "I'll grab my bag and we'll head out, together, don't leave the house until I'm ready to leave, we can't afford an ambush."

Cynthia nodded. "I got my things." She would walk out and get their things into the car, then wait for Jett. She was not too happy that he was burning the place, but...it was for the best. She sighed sadly and looked out the window. She was depressed. This was all...painful. One way or another it was painful.

He would set the house the ablaze from the inside, he'd already gathered his things, likely the fire wouldn't reach exterior walls for a while, by then nothing could be done for the building or anything left of it.

He would get walk out to the car to see Cyn, "Are you ready to go?"

Cynthia nodded. "Yeah. I'm ready." They were taken off to the airport, where they got their things and went into the terminal. They waited, and once their plane came in they went and got their seats. "Don't worry, Jett. We'll get your device fixed soon. I promise."

Jett hadn't been on a commercial flight his entire life, it was base to base and that was in the back of a cargo plane typically. "This feels weird.", he would find his seat, it was a window seat and the plane wasn't as large as he thought, especially because he felt crammed into it like a sardine... "Comfortable?", he'd turn to Cyn and say.

Jett was concerned that many were already on their case so Jett would stay aware, the flight was long so it would be a few before they got to Australia.

Cynthia laughed softly as he spoke of it feeling weird. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. It's not very good for someone of your size, but we take what we can get, right?" She would smile at him. "I'm fine. Because I'm with you, I'm alright. We'll get through this, Jett. I promise we will."

"Well this is true, so where is your friend?", he would look around seeing no one else in the plane, "Is he invisible?", Jett would laugh a bit, "That'd be a nifty trick."

Jett would put his arm around Cyn and lean back, at least as best he could. Looking out the window he would see the tarmac and the interesting things that he'd never thought of, no children, no wife, no anything... Just Cyn.

Cynthia chuckled softly and smiled. "He's not invisible." She would check her watch, then get up and go back to the bathroom and knock on the door. "Stan...come on. If you're in there with a girl, I'll-" The door opened and a handsome man leaned out. "You'll join?" he asked with a grin. Cynthia laughed and rolled her eyes. "No. Come on, Stan. We're here and pressed for time. I need you to get this thing off the ground."

She went back to her seat, Stan following her and blatantly staring at her rear end. "Yeah, yeah, I'll get it off the ground." He gave her butt a little pat as she went to sit down, and then went to the cockpit. "Seatbelts, lady and gentleman!" he called, starting up the plane.

Cynthia rubbed her neck slightly. "...I may mention that Stan is um...flirtatious. So don't worry if he gets flirty with me. He's a womanizer." She wasn't sure she wanted to mention that she used to date Stan a long time ago.