As we flew the rest of the way to Washington DC, I sat back and let my mind wander. I saved the plane fom being destroyed. But only because my family was on it. Does that make me selfish? There are innocent people on this plane, however innocent I don't thik I'll ever know.
How much is a life worth? I'd give up my life in a heartbeat if it meant saving any one of my guys. I don't know anthing anymore. I started rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands. Sara looked back down the row at me. I gave her the thumbs up to reasure her but I know she's been reading my mind. She turned back in her seat.
I am not human, I know that much is true. Why should I stick my neck out for them? It's not like I owe them aything. I thought back to every movie story moral I can think of. I remembered Hellboy, Spiderman, Terminator. Then I thought of National Treasure. Good movie, but there was one quote I remembered that kept coming back for some reason. "Those who have the ability to do something about a situation, have the responsibility to."
Is this how Jazz feels? Is this how the guys feel about other people? I watched as Sara played with the other little girl beside her, the man helping Magnet with his little television set, Viktor and the chick laughing about something, Megan having a conversation with Angie. And Jazz having a having an electronics debate with some old looking dude who must've been a scientist.
Maybe Humans aren't as bad as I take them for.
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