Jon sees Kath's troubled demeanor, and can't help but wonder if she's met with a similar tragedy to the one he faced, all those years ago. Truth be told, it still plagues his mind every so often, when the memory re-surfaces in a nightmare...the trauma of seeing your own father killed, with your own two eyes, isn't something that just goes away. He can still recall that dark, grisly moment...
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A 16-year-old Jonathan runs frantically from the orange glow of raging flames, and the outburst of nearby gunfire. The insurgents have killed God knows how many militia-men by now, not to mention the civilians, and he doesn't want to be next. He sticks to the narrow passages, aided in his getaway plan by his somewhat thinner frame...but it doesn't take long for him to round a corner, and find an insurgent looking right at him. "Sh-shit!"
He attempts to dart past the insurgent and cut him with the dagger on the way, but Jon's slash is stopped cold by a blunt rifle-butt strike to his stomach. He reels back, gasping and groaning from the pain, as the enemy points his rifle straight at his head...and then...
"Jon, get down!"
Reacting to his father's voice, Jon drops to the ground prone, as a sweep of SMG fire streaks over him, perforating the insurgent. Jered Edge dashes over, mutters something about "soulless zealots," and helps his son up. "You okay?" he asks, though evidence clearly points to the contrary on a number of factors. "S-sorry dad...I screwed up...thanks for- "
"Death to the infidels!!"
Hearing the insurgents' war-cry, Jered pushes Jon aside, who falls down just narrowly in time to avoid the oncoming hail of bullets. His father cries out in pain, and his body thrashes about as countless armor-piercing rounds blaze through it. Jon recalls militia-men carrying him off as he looks back at the spot his father took the bullets at. He sees a medical officer get up from the fallen body, look down, and shake his head in a "no" gesture...Jered Edge, the veteran soldier of immeasurable skill, is no more...
Jon can't recall how long he wept when he realized that loss...or how many nights he cried himself to sleep...it was horrific, watching the only family he'd ever known be killed in vicious blood-lust...and being completely unable to prevent it...
Feeling rather empathetic to what Kath might be suffering under, Jon kneels down next to Kath's bed, putting his other hand on top of her own, and begins to pray in his mind:
"I don't know if there's really a God out there...and if there is, I'll bet you have a few accounts to settle with me, and we'll get to that...but for now, if you're listening, please grant me one simple request...protect Kath. I know I've only known her for less than a day...but the small amount of time we have spent together has helped me remember why I'm fighting this war. It's not to get 'even' with those aliens, and it's not to make a name for myself...it's for people like Kathy here, who just want to live a decent life, the way they want to. So please, I beg of you...watch over her...don't let those brutish...space-apes destroy what I risked my life to protect...and if it's not too much trouble...please provide guidance for me...Amen."Jon's not really a religious man, so praying like that did feel a bit awkward...but at this point, he just wants to protect Kath, by whatever means he can find. Of course, he also wants to keep himself alive and healthy...if Sue was told that he died, her heart would be crushed faster than a peanut in a trash compactor.