Chapter 120: Arc 3, - 30: No Longer In Control
Hazy were the eyes of the blonde, waking up to bricks of brown to her side, the voices of dozens echoing down the hall as a—"Clink, clink, clink, clink..."—continued down every bar down the hall from a short spear.
She squinted—like it was an alarm clock waking her up for school. Oh how she hated that noise. Jotou groaned awake, the solid board of wood creaking as she lifted her head from the rock-hard pillow.
Inside of a cell was the last place she imagined to be in her life; then again this is how it all would’ve started if not for Hotaru... Who wouldn’t be there if not for the meddling of Moren and Trailon.
The thought of how much control her new life had then and now, to be meddled with again by the same forces. ’Today’s the day. Should I get some warmup exercises?’
Jotou felt her neck—"Pop!"—as she twisted it. ’Maybe I should conserve what energy I have for the fight. Some stretches will be fine.’
Jotou watched out the cell, to another bleak wall with scratches from handcuffs and a stain of blood—must be a story there. ’Fumeko, Hotaru and Asobi; they’re alive. They’re alive.
Rashaad is mad at me... He knew me before I knew him every time. I guess he knew me this time too; he just didn’t think he’d meet me like this. Then again, neither did I.
Whatever; they’re alive. And the first day has passed. The fated day is today; I’ll kill Eli Frye, destroy whatever device that’s causing all of this and.’ Jotou sighed.
’I’ll deal with all the consequences after this. I don’t care. I can explain everything once this is all over. It’ll all make sense to everyone once this is all over why I did what I did.
...All those guards. Nobody wants to hear that your son, daughter, husband, wife, sister, brother, died for a greater good by my hands. People are all narcissistic every now and again...
It doesn’t matter, I need to focus. What I did was right and there’s nobody that can prove me otherwise... other than me by that standard I set myself...
Did I do right? Does it not matter? It doesn’t... Nothing truly matters... Doesn’t it? If I approach everything like that, why does my reason matter?