Drowning In MyselfVoices echoed down the hall as Jazz left the group. They didn't need her there to decide the plans. Once she made it to the room she claimed as hers in the mansion, Jazz sat at the desk. She rested her head in her arms with a sigh as she watched the birds outside the window that was just to the left. Does it really matter if the Blackjacks win? What could they do? Just a bunch of random people following a Celestialite couldn't do anything. Let the rest of the Celestials, or even the monarchs, handle the whole situation. Vague images of her mom danced in Jazz's mind as she closed her eyes. I need help. Some days were better than others, sure, especially when she was getting along with Chance and Ace, or could go see Ed, but all the stress of the current events had taken a bigger toll on her than she realized. Jazz shivered, noticing that she didn't even care if she made it out of this battle or not. She couldn't keep living like her life was already over. She was one of the youngest in this whole mansion, damnit! Would any of them care, though? All she had was her super speed, and she'd never harmed someone with her bat and bow before. Maybe it was better to sneak off somewhere far away and start a new life, find someone to take her in, or maybe she could move in with Ed? Jazz shook her head. Life here wasn't bad, and despite the occasional bickering with Chance, it was peaceful. If she could get help, could she really learn to love life again? What was it even like? Was there any hope for her at all? Jazz promised to herself that she'd do her part in the battle, then once everything was over, she'd seek the help she'd so desperately needed all these years.trophy