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Jett’s mouth twisted to the side in a grim frown when Mako turned to him and started pointing out the holes in his well...to say the least, ‘theory’ of how things would have gone. She was right on most of it. All of it except the ‘talk’ part. Like Kenichi attempted to agree with him, men can speak through their fist...or rather force of will. While it doesn’t work in all cases, the point he was getting across was that he worked his way here. Not gifted it. 

He folded his arms and a looked away from mako, still not wanting to look at her softer yet still disappointed gaze. The girls left now, gaining a glare from all of them as well. He was glad they left though, he didn’t want to bring up anything in front of them. He was about to answer her, till he realize it was a rhetorical question with her answering it right away. She then asked a pointed question to the two of them, causing him to look at Roy, who then spoke up.

He blamed it on his own emotions and not being able to control himself… but in a round about way said Jett started it as well. Well in retrospect, calling him out for acting Emo for attention was clearly not a smart move. Clearly Jett wasn’t in a life or death situation with super evil villains who chopped off a 16 year olds arms and beat up a bunch of other kids. So how others would process it was different from him. 

When it was his turn he looked to Mako, dropping his arms to his side. [color=007236]”Never said it was a spar...and to be honest, i was poking fun at his attitude. Poor taste I realize it, but clearly he came here to get attention of some sort. I figured he wouldn’t to talk about it. So I acted like everything was normal. It what I did and needed when...[/color] He hesitated for a moment. Glancing away. [color=007236]”...When I dealt with stuff.[/color] 

Looking back to Mako he added, [color=007236]”Then he blew up on me, saying how I don’t take stuff seriously, that I never had dealt with shit in my life. Riding on the coattails of my grandfathers fame to get in here, never having to work to have to get here. And that nobody understands him and what he had to deal with to get to where he is today.[/color]

He looked to Roy, as if to reiterate. [color=007236]”Yeah he dealt with some serious shit recently. But to make that claim along with everything else just pissed me off.[/color] His thoughts turning Haruka and all that she went through. Her goals and dreams shattered with her quirk affected as well as her everyday life. If she didn’t move so far away, if they were together, he could have protected her. Or at the very least been there for her. Her loss of her quirk reminded him of his inability to control his, which of course lead back to that horrible day six years ago which could have been averted as well if he could control his quirk. [color=007236]It doesn’t give him the right to slander me and my reasons for being here. My best friend has lost more than him, yet here he is, all of his limbs and extremities...AND quirk intact.... Yet NOBODY gets the pain he’s in?[/color] 

He growled as he bent down and grabbed the rack that had fallen over, and throwing it with all his might away from the others. He watched as it clattered as it hit the ground, breathing heavily as he forced himself to breath and calm down. His eyes closed and away from all three of them. Fighting back the growing emotion behind his eyelids. 

[@pkken][@Zeroth][@Silver Carrot]