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He didn't like to be by himself sometimes. His thoughts caught up with him, surrounded him and made him remember that time. He was broken when they found him, and he wasn't sure he was fixed now. He wasn't sure he'd ever really be fixed. It made him angry, that those people, the enemy, would do something like that to him. It frightened him, to know a place like that existed. It came and went, that fear of that place and the nightmares it held. Sometimes it was apathy that replaced that fear for a time. That he had been forced to face fear itself, day in and day out. What could be worse? What else was there to scare him?
But everyone had been so kind, in their own little ways. Zoisite's music was sweeter, or maybe that was just Jadeite's gratefulness to hear that music again. Kunzite's reprimands weren't quite as sharp as they had been, but he seemed a little different now. And Nephrite was Nephrite, but maybe his jokes weren't quite as mean as they had been before. However they were, Jadeite appreciated the others more than ever. Unless Zoisite was being cryptic, or Kunzite was chastising him after all, or Nephrite was beating him at another stupid contest with rigged rules. But mostly he appreciated them as he should. And maybe the master was gentler now too, but in Jadeite's eyes he could do no wrong anyway.
He had too much time to think at night, when he should be sleeping, when he knew everyone else was sleeping except maybe Zoisite. Right now was one of those times he didn't want to be alone, in a dark room that sometimes resounded with the same oppressive silence that that place had. At those times, he couldn't sleep. He kept the windows open, to hear the quiet sounds of the gardens below.
Come interrupt his thoughts?
But everyone had been so kind, in their own little ways. Zoisite's music was sweeter, or maybe that was just Jadeite's gratefulness to hear that music again. Kunzite's reprimands weren't quite as sharp as they had been, but he seemed a little different now. And Nephrite was Nephrite, but maybe his jokes weren't quite as mean as they had been before. However they were, Jadeite appreciated the others more than ever. Unless Zoisite was being cryptic, or Kunzite was chastising him after all, or Nephrite was beating him at another stupid contest with rigged rules. But mostly he appreciated them as he should. And maybe the master was gentler now too, but in Jadeite's eyes he could do no wrong anyway.
He had too much time to think at night, when he should be sleeping, when he knew everyone else was sleeping except maybe Zoisite. Right now was one of those times he didn't want to be alone, in a dark room that sometimes resounded with the same oppressive silence that that place had. At those times, he couldn't sleep. He kept the windows open, to hear the quiet sounds of the gardens below.
Come interrupt his thoughts?