Ami Comfort

Ami caught up with James and lightly tugged on his sleeve. She was still worrying about Tzeitel. “Was Klaire ever that… was Klaire ever like that?”

“Yeah, when we first escaped.” James admitted with a soft sight as he sat down in one of the resting areas. The benches were all over for those needing it. “She would sometimes be hiding under the bed when I’d visit her. It took a few weeks before Delilah could even convince her it was safe to walk around on her own in this place. No one will hurt Tzeitel here. Klaire will make sure of that.”

“Klaire was that bad?” Ami asked. She knew that her sister was safe here, but was worried about her being this bad and never getting better.

James nodded. “It…it takes time, Ami. Even I had a difficult time coming to terms with what I faced in MegaCorp.” He admitted and gave her a smile, but his eyes stayed sad at the memories. Everything he’d had done to him, everything he’d been forced to do…it still haunted him. They treated metas like animals and objects to be owned in that place.

Worst part was their leader was a meta that just wanted the world to burn. He’d even said so…

“Can Tzeitel get better too?” Ami asked wistfully.

“I’m sure she can. It’ll take time, though…” James reminded her.

Ami sighed. When she was upset she would watch Pirates of the Caribbean until she felt better. But according to Klaire Tzeitel hated those movies. “What can we do?”

“For now, we have to let Klaire handle it.” James said with a grimace as he took Ami to her room and started setting of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies for her. He wanted to get her that special box set one day since these old DVD sets were getting worn out, but every time he intended to, a new problem showed up with the damn car he had. It was time he just sold that piece of shit. “We just have to be patient and try to spoil her rotten when the time comes.” he was trying to cheer Ami up.

At least he wasn't chain smoking anymore. If not for Ami and Klaire his lungs would be black as charcoal by now.

Ami got her favorite stuffed animal from her dresser, a small plush dog with fur the same color as Klaire’s hair. Klaire-dog. She had felt like she was being spoiled rotten after Klaire and James rescued her, they bought her so many toys and books, the Pirates of the Caribbean dvd too. The movie skipped in a few places but it would still play and was comforting to Ami. Ami settled down with a throw blanket and her plushie to watch the movie.

“If you need anything, just call,” James told her with a yawn as he headed for the door. “I’m going to check on Cody and make sure he’s adjusting well.”

“Okay.” Ami said. “I hope he likes it here.”

“Same,” He said, gently ruffling her hair on the way out.

Ami smiled and sleepily settled into watching the movie.