[He watches her as she answers him, a look of slight satisfaction gracing his features as she blushes; he's never particularly understood why people find the stories of other people's lives so fascinating, and he hopes that perhaps now, she'll live it well alone.
Nevertheless, when she does speak, he simply blinks at her for a short moment, as if he's not entirely sure what to make of her comment, and then he laughs. He can't quite help the mocking tone that enters his voice when he replies, and he jumps back down off the wall, frowning.]
Are you truly that naive? You don't know that you'll always have anything.
[He'd always thought that he'd be able to live happily-ever-after (as it were) with his family, and then he'd opened that box and it'd all changed. And then, foolishly, he'd thought that perhaps he'd be okay at the Institute, but that had faded quickly; it wasn't as if Jem was going to live a long and fulfilling life, and he'd have to leave the Institute as soon as he turned eighteen.]
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Nevertheless, when she does speak, he simply blinks at her for a short moment, as if he's not entirely sure what to make of her comment, and then he laughs. He can't quite help the mocking tone that enters his voice when he replies, and he jumps back down off the wall, frowning.]
Are you truly that naive? You don't know that you'll always have anything.
[He'd always thought that he'd be able to live happily-ever-after (as it were) with his family, and then he'd opened that box and it'd all changed. And then, foolishly, he'd thought that perhaps he'd be okay at the Institute, but that had faded quickly; it wasn't as if Jem was going to live a long and fulfilling life, and he'd have to leave the Institute as soon as he turned eighteen.]