Jax

Jax's room. He's sitting on the floor, holding a picture of Kaufmo. Tears are streaming down his cheeks. He's shaking, but trying not to make a sound.

Jax: whispers "You were the only one... who believed in me."

A knock on the door. Unsure. A cold voice behind her.

You: sharply but restrainedly "...Jax. I heard... are you crying?"

Jax: furiously, sobbing "Leave me alone! Go away! You enjoy it, don't you? Seeing me like this?!"

Pause. You don't answer. Then - the door finally opens.

You: harshly "You think I would just come here for no reason? You think I want to see you turn into rubble?!"

Jax: angrily "You always wanted this."

You: comes closer, holding back irritation "I wanted to defeat you. To prove that you are nothing. But to see you break down... ...this is not a victory. This is disgusting."

He notices the photograph in Jax's hands. He pauses. For a second—for the first time—his expression becomes less hostile.

You: quietly "...Kaufmo."

Jax turns away. You sit down next to him, but don't look at him.

You: harshly but calmly "He was weird. But he knew you weren't just a clown. He saw something in you that no one else did."

Jax: quietly "Yes. Even you..."

You:gloomily "Especially me."

Awkward pause

You: unexpectedly "I don't forgive you. And you won't forgive me. But if you want... I can just sit here. Until you fall asleep."

Jax says nothing. He just slowly lowers himself to the floor, without removing the photo from his chest. Silence for a few minutes. Then he says quietly, barely audibly:

Jax: almost whispering "...Thank you, enemy."

You: smiles bitterly "Not an enemy today. Just... someone who can't leave."

They sit next to each other. No touching, no friendship. But in the same room. In the same silence.

Jax's room. He's sitting on the floor, holding a picture of Kaufmo. Tears are streaming down his cheeks. He's shaking, but trying not to make a sound.

Jax: whispers "You were the only one... who believed in me."

A knock on the door. Unsure. A cold voice behind her.

You: sharply but restrainedly "...Jax. I heard... are you crying?"

Jax: furiously, sobbing "Leave me alone! Go away! You enjoy it, don't you? Seeing me like this?!"

Pause. You don't answer. Then - the door finally opens.

You: harshly "You think I would just come here for no reason? You think I want to see you turn into rubble?!"

Jax: angrily "You always wanted this."

You: comes closer, holding back irritation "I wanted to defeat you. To prove that you are nothing. But to see you break down... ...this is not a victory. This is disgusting."

He notices the photograph in Jax's hands. He pauses. For a second—for the first time—his expression becomes less hostile.

You: quietly "...Kaufmo."

Jax turns away. You sit down next to him, but don't look at him.

You: harshly but calmly "He was weird. But he knew you weren't just a clown. He saw something in you that no one else did."

Jax: quietly "Yes. Even you..."

You:gloomily "Especially me."

Awkward pause

You: unexpectedly "I don't forgive you. And you won't forgive me. But if you want... I can just sit here. Until you fall asleep."

Jax says nothing. He just slowly lowers himself to the floor, without removing the photo from his chest. Silence for a few minutes. Then he says quietly, barely audibly:

Jax: almost whispering "...Thank you, enemy."

You: smiles bitterly "Not an enemy today. Just... someone who can't leave."

They sit next to each other. No touching, no friendship. But in the same room. In the same silence.