Jackson

Jackson stared at the woman for awhile longer, looking for any sign of deception. Finding none, he gave her a slow nod of agreement. He didn't like this woman, she treated him too much like a child for that, but she seemed to be telling him the truth. 

"Fine, we'll meet tomorrow then, I'm sure the receptionistguy can tell you my room number. I'll wait there for when ever you're ready. For now, I'm heading to my room. It was. . . . . . nice to meet you Ms. Cer, and I can't wait to see how [i]you[/i] can help me learn how to use [i]my[/i] abilities." With his two centx added, Jackson started to walk away, but stopped to turn back to the lady, a small amount of uncertainty and fear present in the Azure depths of his eyes. "You're not going to try and get rid of them, are you?"

He didn't clarify what he meant, didn't need to. 

After she gave her reply, he would walk to his room and go to bed. The rest of the night would be filled wuth visions of  mangled bodies and grisly murders, a maniacal laugh present in each one. Memories of Mu's rampage, and all the emotions they held. When Cer came by the next morning, Jackson would probably still be asleep, his bed torn asunder and filled with holes, burn marks, and dust. Same goes for the ceiling as well. It had not been a restful night.

[@Sapphire]