justine
There's something admirable in the determined look that Yuusei bears in his blue eyes. Something... that Jack has to envy when he watches his friend fearlessly pull the card from his disk and eye it for but a second, not waiting a single moment more as he slaps down the cards in combination to vanquish those in his path without mercy. Jack feels the jealousy well in his bones and in his blood and he should hate Yuusei, but he doesn't. He can't.
A century seems like such a long time to live, such a long time to wait. It's such a large span of time in which to create things, to make things, to destroy things. It excites him and yet looms on the horizon like some sort of ominous cloud. His lips twisting into a slightly curious grin, he watches the sun rise up on the horizon, feels the warm beams caress the skin of his face as his wings flare out and he watches the bold colors of the cliff face come to life before his very eyes.
To think that the sun has been doing this for centuries. Making its lazy rotations around and about the Earth with occasional shift in time and speed here and there. It astounds him.