!IMYfe1j54Y 12/13/10(Mon)05:19 No.13134737|
To: Annabelle Adams
From: “The Ranger”
I know, I know; I know that I promised, and I will, I will. It’s just – well, it was one of those days, I guess.
It’s at times like these that I really do envy the people on the outside. They can tell their partners anything – or just about anything – and they don’t have to worry about someone looking over their shoulder, looking through their mail, and trying to pry into their minds, and –
Sorry. It’s just – it’s just been getting harder since John died. He was my half, my other; we’ve been together since forever, and – well, you know first hand on how close we were.
Anyway, today was… well, bad. Just, very, very bad. You know how I am. I won’t leave a man behind, all that. I’m sure John has told you all the times I stayed calm when everyone else was about to give up. Well, today, that wasn’t me. I made a mistake. I got men – good men, not merely clones – killed. I don’t care what anyone says, clones or not, they are still living, breathing, men. And now, well, I can’t tell you the specifics, but believe me when I say that they might be worse off than they were before. If I handled them like any other commander and just… mercy-killed them, then they wouldn’t be in this mess. And then there was this one Knight who ran away. Poor kid – a psi-sensitive. Probably overwhelmed by all the things she was feeling. A good soldier, and it tore me up to punisher her. I had to, I couldn’t just let desertion slide, but at the same time, I had a good understanding of what being an empathic near those damned xeno is like, you know? I’ve told you the stories, or John has, about that one pair way back when. It’s hell, it’s insanity, hell, it’s insanity to expect anyone sane to stand close to those things, let alone charge headfirst into a group of them!
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