Youth Today [M/Jett]
Sept 27, 2012 21:44:12 GMT -8
Post by Lang on Sept 27, 2012 21:44:12 GMT -8
Rael's eyes didn't miss the shift in his colleague's demeanor, nor the way he repressed it long enough to regain some semblance of control. It wasn't hard to guess which of Rael's words incited such a powerful response from the other Genin, though to be honest, he hadn't quite expected him to take it so...personally. Filing away that tidbit of information in the back of his mind, the white-haired child kept quiet through Jett's little speech, his previously good-natured attitude dissolving into a blank expression. From here on, he needed to be more conscious of what he said, and the subtle things that were implied.
That saying does hold true. "You don't cry tears until you see the coffin."
He didn't immediately respond to Jett's query, and even the three assembled looked mildly nervous at his long silence. When he finally spoke, it was directed towards the redhead, and yet for the other two, it felt as though he was drawing them in as well. "Do you have a mother, Izumo-san?" Whatever the boy was expecting, it wasn't something to do with his parent, and thus took him a moment longer than necessary to give an affirmative nod. "I do as well. She's already in her senior years; for many reasons, I was a late child in her life. She's getting too old to be doing things herself, and so I want to help her, keep her safe under my protection." A slow exhale of breath, drawn out like a rasp.
"War is coming, and it's on the brink of arrival. I knew that the moment I put this on," he lightly scratched with one finger at the shoulder of his long-sleeved shirt, where the Kiri plate was sewn, "I became a soldier of this village. But it's more than just that." Another pause, and it was so quiet, no sound drifted in, even from the rest of the Academy. Rael's eyes had a faraway look to them, and whether he was looking back on his own memories, or something else entirely, nobody knew.
"If I don't pick up my weapons, who will protect my mother? Who will protect my family, my home? If they invade us, our fathers, brothers, and their sons will be killed at best, or made into slaves for generations to come. Your mothers, sisters, and their daughters will be raped, and turned into whores for their sick pleasure." He left them to digest this grain of truth for a minute.
"Who will protect them?"