The New Era

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"Apparently she's placing traps in the Second World," Jacob said, taking a bite out of the deer meat. He chewed slowly, his head lowered. He felt guilty for everything, and he felt it was his fault that this was happening.

If he hadn't quit working with Helen, she would have never placed traps, endangering the Second World. But if he had still stuck with her, he would have noticed that he would remain silent his whole life, knowing he was doing something wrong: killing things when they weren't needed to be killed.

Either way, it was a lose-lose situation. And either way, he'd feel guilty.

He slowly chewed, awaiting Amy's response.

"You're lying," she said quickly, not believing what he had just said. "You told me that you're working with her, aren't you?"

"I quit."

"Oh," said Amy, looking down. She took a glass of water, took a quick sip. "So it's true, huh? That she's placing traps in the Second World?"

Jacob quickly swallowed the price he had chewed, and responded, "Yeah, that's what I've heard from people. I hope it isn't true, though."

"People aren't that reliable, especially in this world. Have you seen it with your own eyes?" She took a drink again, this time taking a longer sip, waiting for his reply.

"No," Jacob admitted. He took another bite from the meat, thay was filled with spices, and said quickly, "It's probably not true, though."

"But what if it is?" Amy asked, her eyes filled with worry. She didn't want helpless and vulnerable animals suffer. She had learned throughout her whole life that the human race was a cruel race. They had taken account to many extxintions to many species.

"Nah, don't think so," Jacob said. He considered the thought for a moment, then shook his head.

Amy didn't reply, still chewing her meat. She quickly finished up,  wiped her mouth with a napkin, and took a quick sip. She quickly got up, her plate in between her hands.

"You were fast," Jacob grinned. He took his second last bite, and then sat back, looking at Amy with his sleepy eyes. He asked her what the hurry was.

"Not much, except that I'm super sleepy," she told him. She told him that she was going to wash her plate, and that she would meet him upstairs, in the room where she had slept when she was injured. It had become their place to sleep now.

He nodded, and said politely to leave, and to take her time too. He too, finished his plate, wiping his mouth with the napkin. Amy had already left, and so when he went to the kitchen, he was joined by Marijorie.

"How was the meal, good?" Marijorie asked, washing the plates leftover by the people who had come over for dinner.

"Yes, thank you," Jacob said, taking his plate and placed it on the counter, waiting for Marijorie to finish her duties.

She quickly saw his plate, and snatched it. "I'll do that, son. My, what manners you have," she put soap on the plate, before wiping it with a sponge.

"No, it's okay," Jacob said, trying to take the plate back. But she refused, not letting him take the plate back. She laughed it off, saying that he was too polite, but yet that she admired that about him. She told him to go off, to meet his girlfriend, which he, blushing, said wasn't.

"Well, just go, kiddo. Enjoy life," she pushed him aside, taking another plate from the stack she had gathered. "Goodnight."

Jacob replied with a goodnight, before making his way back upstairs. He stoped infront of the room door, he could hear the shuffles of Amy in her bed. He opened the door, "Hey."