Janine turns away.
"Except for the fact that the cars you call beetles are putting holes in our atmosphere. As is what processes are used to make these 'metal trees.' Everything humans do is just. . . destructive. . ." she argues. It felt less like she believed this and more like she was trying to deal with her past, even if it meant blaming the rest of the world for her troubles.
Janine half snorts, half laughs at that statement.
"I'll bet! If I were to look you in the eyes I bet I'd be able to see straight to the back of your skull. Cus I think that density you say is from your brain is really just the thickness of your skull!"
Jonathan’s eyes narrowed slightly in confusion at her words. He barely understood the pollution situation on Earth, and hadn’t much thought about it since he learned of it. Was it really that bad?
Despite that nagging thought, he noticed the change in her tone. It was subtle, but a definite thing. Her thoughts were turning inward. The hatred toward humanity and their fight against nature was less of a truth and more of a wall. She was hiding. Like he was.
“Nature has a way of correcting imbalances. Humans are arrogant creatures, yet everyone has a lesson in humility eventually. And if they don’t, they die. That is something I learned from experience. I’m sure you have as well. Survival of the fittest is the greatest test of humility, after all. Wouldn’t you agree?”he asked.
His voice was quiet, haunted, as were his eyes as he sank back into memory. He quickly shook his head though, shoving those dark memories away before they clouded his mind completely.
“You think so? Hm… Brain or skull? Which one is titanium and which nonexistent?”Jonathan asked.
He struck a dramatic pose, like he was in deep thought. A hum came from him, then he shook his head.
“Nah. I got nothing. Not a single thought. Maybe ‘tis indeed my brain that’s nonexistent and my skull that’s titanium,”he said with a goofy tone.
(Sorry for the delays. Life hit an unexpected twist yet again, and I'm starting to lose focus on Notebook. I'll reply as soon as I'm no longer tired.)
(Alright. No worries. I completely understand)
