Email to Jubilee

[xp_daytripper]

To: [Lee]
From: [trouble]



Don't even pretend to be upset after that little display of 'sense' on the journals. You don't give a fuck about Sarah, so just give all this 'this is all so awful' tripe a rest.

A.

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Subject: So tell me

[xp_daytripper]

I don't know shit? Then tell me. Tell me all about your experience, O Wise One. Tell me about your huge experience in brain splatters.

And for the last time, I didn't _know_ they were military. You saw my reaction to finding out Sarah had gone up alone against them - you think I'd dive in and do something stupid? Don't answer that - despite what you and Illyana think, I do have _some_ sense. And instinct ain't always action - I can react one way and do something else, especially once I think about it some more and have the facts. That I'm still here should show that, pillock.

So, I thought. I ain't out there, being a glory hound, I'm here, getting sick to death of fucking cowards like you and Yana telling us from your ivory towers that we're stupid for caring about a friend. And if being a
rational human being means selling out your mates and being a coward who's too scared to stand up for her friends, then I'd rather not be one.

A.

Subject: Fine.

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

Dude, I don't go over my life story in order to score points in some argument. But in the theory that it might, just once make you understand where I'm coming from, fine, I'll tell you.

I was eight years old when my parents were murdered in front of me. You said I was making dramatic statements when talking about brains. Try being covered in your mother's brains when your eight, when just a moment ago you'd been laughing, and tell me I'm being dramatic. Try watching your father's eyes when he realises he can't save you just before they put a bullet in him.

Try having a gun put to your head and the only thing that saves you is a noise from a neighbour.

Try realising that no matter what you want to do to the bastards, you're only eight years old and can't do God damn anything.

Then call me a coward. Call me a coward because I know what it's like to have someone you love more then anything in the world and be able to do nothing to save them except get yourself quite dead as well.

Call me a coward because if I do anything in my life worth doing, then it'll be stopping anyone else from having to have that happen to them.

Call me a coward all you God damn like, because names mean nothing to me as long as I get it through people's heads that they're not indestructible.

*points to start of all this* By the way, your the one that started this. I wasn't even talking to you on the journals and you just felt the need to butt in. You might have realised after finding out they were military that
it was a stupid idea, but it didn't seem like the others did.

J.