Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160722105819/@comment-25924729-20161025073620

"Huh... I'm sorry to hear that." Jett spoke softly. It was kinda unsettling how he could tell such a tragic story without any emotion. Like, did he feel no sadness at all over his parent's death? Then again, Jett was used to dealing with stoic people. Eridius' demeanour reminded her of Emily...

"I'd love to... Momma told me so many stories about her work, ANGELs and SAINTs. Someday, i wanna be just like her, a hero!"

A high note of awe crept into Jett's voice as she spoke. Her passion for the job was obvious. "When i get outta here, i'm signing up with the SAINTs, maybe we can even work together in the future?"

"But eh... don't think i'm gonna be running down criminals or Grimm anytime soon... and theres no guarantee dad's research is gonna work at all..." She stared woefully at the mounds under the crisp white sheets, where her legs were.