Jett has led me to a secluded open-top cavern deep within the mountain range that was my home, Helsia Deep. He needed to remain hidden from the general population, so as to maintain the ruse of his execution.
He asks me about Keth all the time. Talking about him seems to help, and somehow Jett knows this. Keth was there for me when I lost my sister, the darkest moment in my life. And now Jett is here for me now.
I turn my head and examine his face. His brown eyes sparkled as he marvelled in the crystal clear sky, a faint tint of red the only hint that it was a Hot Summer. He is quite handsome… For a Xaabosian, and he seems like a good man.
I just find it so easy to talk to him. A dashing smile appears to be permanently plastered onto his dorky face, coupled with an salvo of lame jokes, and bizarre insults. Not that they insult me of course, as they are said in good nature, and I give as good as I get.
There is only one thing that could make this night even better. But that is madness, I could never allow that to happen. And besides when this is all over, and his cousin has been brought to justice, he will be the Xaabosian Emperor, and I will still be a Helsian pilot.
Death, murder, routine, credits, upgrades. That is all that I cared about. Add revenge to that list, and I am complete. Except I’m not. I can feel it deep within, a sense that I have lost my way. Everything that I have done before no longer matters, I need a new direction, a new purpose, a new target.
How did I become like this? What drove me to become this… Monster? I can no longer remember what made me choose this path. I have been alive for centuries, prolonging my life through implants and all manner of transplants and transfusions. But is this truly living?
What is my purpose? – To kill. – Why? – Because I’m good at it. – I don’t want to kill any more. – But what I want is irrelevant. I need to finish this. – I could just walk away? – No! That is a sign of weakness! – Piss on weakness!!!