A life I want to live

Jay had not felt so elated in a long, long time. She was riding towards Kandil's hut, thinking about the earlier fight and Cat who was hopefully sleeping like a baby in her quarters. Of course she was worried about her friend's soul, she scowled when the image of the devil from the earlier encounter popped up, but he was alive, out of prison, and by her side again. The elation she felt, though, she quickly realized came from something more than that, something deeper.
 
She had always enjoyed fighting for the sport of it, but she had always felt it somewhat lackluster, just a tinge, like maybe there should be more to it. Like she could be more, motivated by more than just brawling and a burning hatred for her sister. This time, first when fighting against Xanathar's and then the gooey thing in Skullport, there had been a purpose to it. She had been fighting to rescue Cat from the injustices he had been put through, by the hand of some unknown scheme, then by the city itself, then yet again by Xanathar's (and now by the devil, she thought, the bitter irony not escaping her).
 
That realization, of what she wanted to be, was like a weight off her shoulders. The promise she made to herself on the way back to tonight's party was the start of a new life, a life she knew for sure she wanted to live. A life of joy in the purpose she hadn't known she craved so intensely. Of justice.