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A Torn Section, written in scribbled; frantic drawing; A woman depicted with desperate attention to details, the picture is drawn multiple times, endlessly in corners and edges; focused towards the center. Where her face had been drawn a final time. Her picture sits tucked in above the drawing.
You were the coldest sun I ever orbited.
I'll always remember you, Amelie.
But will you remember me?
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Chapter 1.
Silence.
The ground creaks; My mind weeps. Everything is fine but it's only because I tell myself it is, I'm at my limit; I'm on my own, I miss her, I miss existence.
(Did I Miss her? Or did I miss companionship? Did I Miss the feeling of another person the comfort of words? Was I only being used? What was this..? Period of my life. .)
This place strips me of my layers; makes me feel... Useless, I sit here.. And Mold like a fruit on a shelf. What do I do? I Would never wish anyone to be harmed; but I can't.. Drill their cries out of my head. This place isn't what I thought! I was-.. What was I? What am I?
I Don't really understand what I'm writing anymore.. This all hurts so much, what do I do?
(Continue on, Crash. That was what you were supposed to do.)
Chapter 2.
I pull at threads that once knit a sweater, only to be left with the strings that remain with bitter tears, yet in it's undoing I find a new purpose, new life; What was once agony, Desecration and lost individuality now replace with the one thing I was always missing in those times. Myself.
In it's stead I find courage and the strength to pull myself together; I look too my left and see a woman torn from her life and placed into one of obedience and servitude, I look too my right and I see a man pleading with himself for his own humanity, in the face of endless torment by his own thoughts, and the men he once left.
And my place as a Joker amid the crowd continues. Cash, Do you forgive me for all those lies?
(I'd like to think you would.)
A Torn Section, written in scribbled; frantic drawing; A woman depicted with desperate attention to details, the picture is drawn multiple times, endlessly in corners and edges; focused towards the center. Where her face had been drawn a final time. Her picture sits tucked in above the drawing.
You were the coldest sun I ever orbited.
I'll always remember you, Amelie.
But will you remember me?
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Chapter 1.
Silence.
The ground creaks; My mind weeps. Everything is fine but it's only because I tell myself it is, I'm at my limit; I'm on my own, I miss her, I miss existence.
(Did I Miss her? Or did I miss companionship? Did I Miss the feeling of another person the comfort of words? Was I only being used? What was this..? Period of my life. .)
This place strips me of my layers; makes me feel... Useless, I sit here.. And Mold like a fruit on a shelf. What do I do? I Would never wish anyone to be harmed; but I can't.. Drill their cries out of my head. This place isn't what I thought! I was-.. What was I? What am I?
I Don't really understand what I'm writing anymore.. This all hurts so much, what do I do?
(Continue on, Crash. That was what you were supposed to do.)
Chapter 2.
I pull at threads that once knit a sweater, only to be left with the strings that remain with bitter tears, yet in it's undoing I find a new purpose, new life; What was once agony, Desecration and lost individuality now replace with the one thing I was always missing in those times. Myself.
In it's stead I find courage and the strength to pull myself together; I look too my left and see a woman torn from her life and placed into one of obedience and servitude, I look too my right and I see a man pleading with himself for his own humanity, in the face of endless torment by his own thoughts, and the men he once left.
And my place as a Joker amid the crowd continues. Cash, Do you forgive me for all those lies?
(I'd like to think you would.)
I hate goodbyes, I can't seem to remember why.. I just..
I'm tired.
Who're you?
Why don't you answer?
Was I not enough?
Or are you just too little?
Celine Sutrom
Elsa Becker
My silent Cartographer, a woman sound in mind and fortitude best described as Stoic would be an understatement, yet amid all of your personality I always find myself tensioned, scared of you as if you were some sort of demonic being.. Yet in truth, I think what scares me about you is your ferocity, Your conviction. Your strength behind your words and what you believe in the moment, When we were in City Twenty-Four.. All I heard was you, all the time over those Blasted P/A's with Callaway.. And then.. We moved here, and the tables changed.
Isn't it strange? Needing help from the people you once tried to kill? I know the feeling.. It's how I felt when I first arrived.. Regardless.. You're reliable, Kind and Caring when you need to be; And strong and Firm when you must as well, I will protect you. I will ensure your talent, your mind, your *Effort.* Is not wasted, Together we will excel others expectations by miles.
How is it we grown so close so steadily? Every day I see your smile and my surface feels as if it reawakens, something deeper calls to me the voices of my friends beyond the wall; They still live, I hear their calls at night through the silence of the loud-Speakers drowning words, I still find comfort in her solemn gaze and her words that strike fear into me all at once; How am I coming to care for something so-.. Terrifying? Will you be the end of me? Or the start?
We did it, We snuck out in the middle of night; Those morons continued to pressure, and pressure you; Elsa, you work so hard. You always work so incredibly hard working for everyone around you, And yet they turned their backs on you in their cowardice, and in their stead I took you in. All of your effort; Hard work, and Terrible deeds washed away in my own greed for companionship, . . . I forgive you. I hope the others do too.
Jin met you; She seemed to like you, "Who is you?" Gosh-.. How did I get so lucky? Every day we wake up, We move together we speak with the Front, We handle what we can and insure Jin gets her business done, Our Fortifications as simple as they are hold back the majority of the passers that try to gain entry, our water-stream strong and the Infestation we've battled quelled, Our home is secure for a time. And in it we've built a incredible group, all of these people make me who I am-.. Jin, Faith, Value, Major, Sherry, Elsa, I've been thinking of a name for you.. I wonder if you'll take it one day.
Building bombs is hard; Thank god we have Jin to do it, after so many small incidents it was better we blew the doors to secure the bunker, In the end-- I don't regret it, I enjoyed every second of our home, the one time we let the front in they treated it like a Vacation, While their home was besieged and raided by OTA We allowed them shelter, We provided them what they needed to continue, Was that a mistake?
It finally happened, the Cities in rubble; Torn apart by their own fire and their own greed they failed to see how their own hubris had torn them apart, even as they continued to bark and gnaw at each other like the rats they are, Erama and his pathetic excuse of a cabinet focusing on the French like it was all that mattered to them as Rebels kicked in the door and blew his pathetic bosses brains out infront of him-- How could he stand to exist after such a defeat of Calloway? Oh sure-- We held his body in CMU For weeks. What was it they were doing too him again? Hm? ... Useless cowards. Marchand was more useful then they could ever know. And I owe it all to you my love.
We moved towards the Alps; Something I knew we would always have to do, those wretched missile silos, Just why did Erama need them so bad? Why would he do this too the world after he himself was such a colossal failure too all of humanity when even he himself is a failure unto his original purpose? How far will these Snakes fall my love? And why are you the one that raises above the curtain with honesty? You speak your mind when you want to kill someone, You speak differently... More open, Happier. I love you for who you are,. . .. When did this happen? Who's to say. .. I hope we get to spend forever.
Well-.. Who could say this wouldn't happen? Atleast we're together, Failure is something I have come accustomed too, as the Sentinels before me all suffered Failure in some way; We all have, even in our purest moment; But here. . . Something is different, I'm happier, Italy is nice. . . Too hell with the Alps, To hell with-.. That Nightmare, We will aid them from afar, in any way we can. And when the time comes-- Maybe we'll just have to fight too. I'll do it as long as I'm with you.
I popped the question as we arrived; You seemed overjoyed, and the name that came with it seemed to only drive you further into my corner, My Celine. How did I get so lucky to have such an imaginative strong-thinking forward moving person, Someone who I can always rely on to dig up the information I need to move forward, Someone-.. Truly amazing even if she was torn apart every day by the emotional turmoil brought on her by the Man she had once trusted. I will do better then he ever could for her, and she will be happy. Italy will be nice. Pathfinder. Guide us.
Heavy battering of artillery slammed down on the Convoys; and any remaining support in the moment we could've had, I watched in steadfast anxious paranoia as shells land around us, the thundering of the Consacripts and their artillery pieces battering the land and the very thing we had arrived for, We won't let it go to waste, even if it's battered and ramshackle, I will make this place worth living, a home. We will endure, My Celine. This is something we can endure, and survive.
And so we did, We did survive. . . For a time, However long it is. Until Old age. or otherwise gets us-.. Now I get too enjoy my days alongside Dorota, and her Family.. Just as well as our own, Jin is helpful, All of us do something for each other, The Rebellion is dead in a way-- Yet is reborn in others, With the fall of the Reproduction Barrier, Who's to say what the future holds. . . For now? I hold you, My love.
Thank you for making it with me, Thank you for holding on. Thank you for listening for me, Thank you for listening too me, Thank you for being you. Thank you for helping with every step of the way, Thank you for warning us about the bombs, thank you for warning us about Erama, Thank you for everything you could've ever done, Celine. Without you? We wouldn't be who we are, I wouldn't be who I am. I will forever be your Sunshine.
... What a nightmare, Hm?
(A collection of Photos)
My silent Cartographer, a woman sound in mind and fortitude best described as Stoic would be an understatement, yet amid all of your personality I always find myself tensioned, scared of you as if you were some sort of demonic being.. Yet in truth, I think what scares me about you is your ferocity, Your conviction. Your strength behind your words and what you believe in the moment, When we were in City Twenty-Four.. All I heard was you, all the time over those Blasted P/A's with Callaway.. And then.. We moved here, and the tables changed.
Isn't it strange? Needing help from the people you once tried to kill? I know the feeling.. It's how I felt when I first arrived.. Regardless.. You're reliable, Kind and Caring when you need to be; And strong and Firm when you must as well, I will protect you. I will ensure your talent, your mind, your *Effort.* Is not wasted, Together we will excel others expectations by miles.
How is it we grown so close so steadily? Every day I see your smile and my surface feels as if it reawakens, something deeper calls to me the voices of my friends beyond the wall; They still live, I hear their calls at night through the silence of the loud-Speakers drowning words, I still find comfort in her solemn gaze and her words that strike fear into me all at once; How am I coming to care for something so-.. Terrifying? Will you be the end of me? Or the start?
We did it, We snuck out in the middle of night; Those morons continued to pressure, and pressure you; Elsa, you work so hard. You always work so incredibly hard working for everyone around you, And yet they turned their backs on you in their cowardice, and in their stead I took you in. All of your effort; Hard work, and Terrible deeds washed away in my own greed for companionship, . . . I forgive you. I hope the others do too.
Jin met you; She seemed to like you, "Who is you?" Gosh-.. How did I get so lucky? Every day we wake up, We move together we speak with the Front, We handle what we can and insure Jin gets her business done, Our Fortifications as simple as they are hold back the majority of the passers that try to gain entry, our water-stream strong and the Infestation we've battled quelled, Our home is secure for a time. And in it we've built a incredible group, all of these people make me who I am-.. Jin, Faith, Value, Major, Sherry, Elsa, I've been thinking of a name for you.. I wonder if you'll take it one day.
Building bombs is hard; Thank god we have Jin to do it, after so many small incidents it was better we blew the doors to secure the bunker, In the end-- I don't regret it, I enjoyed every second of our home, the one time we let the front in they treated it like a Vacation, While their home was besieged and raided by OTA We allowed them shelter, We provided them what they needed to continue, Was that a mistake?
It finally happened, the Cities in rubble; Torn apart by their own fire and their own greed they failed to see how their own hubris had torn them apart, even as they continued to bark and gnaw at each other like the rats they are, Erama and his pathetic excuse of a cabinet focusing on the French like it was all that mattered to them as Rebels kicked in the door and blew his pathetic bosses brains out infront of him-- How could he stand to exist after such a defeat of Calloway? Oh sure-- We held his body in CMU For weeks. What was it they were doing too him again? Hm? ... Useless cowards. Marchand was more useful then they could ever know. And I owe it all to you my love.
We moved towards the Alps; Something I knew we would always have to do, those wretched missile silos, Just why did Erama need them so bad? Why would he do this too the world after he himself was such a colossal failure too all of humanity when even he himself is a failure unto his original purpose? How far will these Snakes fall my love? And why are you the one that raises above the curtain with honesty? You speak your mind when you want to kill someone, You speak differently... More open, Happier. I love you for who you are,. . .. When did this happen? Who's to say. .. I hope we get to spend forever.
Well-.. Who could say this wouldn't happen? Atleast we're together, Failure is something I have come accustomed too, as the Sentinels before me all suffered Failure in some way; We all have, even in our purest moment; But here. . . Something is different, I'm happier, Italy is nice. . . Too hell with the Alps, To hell with-.. That Nightmare, We will aid them from afar, in any way we can. And when the time comes-- Maybe we'll just have to fight too. I'll do it as long as I'm with you.
I popped the question as we arrived; You seemed overjoyed, and the name that came with it seemed to only drive you further into my corner, My Celine. How did I get so lucky to have such an imaginative strong-thinking forward moving person, Someone who I can always rely on to dig up the information I need to move forward, Someone-.. Truly amazing even if she was torn apart every day by the emotional turmoil brought on her by the Man she had once trusted. I will do better then he ever could for her, and she will be happy. Italy will be nice. Pathfinder. Guide us.
Heavy battering of artillery slammed down on the Convoys; and any remaining support in the moment we could've had, I watched in steadfast anxious paranoia as shells land around us, the thundering of the Consacripts and their artillery pieces battering the land and the very thing we had arrived for, We won't let it go to waste, even if it's battered and ramshackle, I will make this place worth living, a home. We will endure, My Celine. This is something we can endure, and survive.
And so we did, We did survive. . . For a time, However long it is. Until Old age. or otherwise gets us-.. Now I get too enjoy my days alongside Dorota, and her Family.. Just as well as our own, Jin is helpful, All of us do something for each other, The Rebellion is dead in a way-- Yet is reborn in others, With the fall of the Reproduction Barrier, Who's to say what the future holds. . . For now? I hold you, My love.
Thank you for making it with me, Thank you for holding on. Thank you for listening for me, Thank you for listening too me, Thank you for being you. Thank you for helping with every step of the way, Thank you for warning us about the bombs, thank you for warning us about Erama, Thank you for everything you could've ever done, Celine. Without you? We wouldn't be who we are, I wouldn't be who I am. I will forever be your Sunshine.
... What a nightmare, Hm?
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Parole Partner
Amelie Solene
I met you in a cramped, confined space that barely brought about comfort, the radio's ambient song brought us more comfort then our own words, we were so lost.. So stuck in something so desperate we didn't even realize where we were; But now..? This is a new start.. Despite my crimes, my humility. You remind me of all the good I can do. You are the one thing that keeps me on track; I know all of these people.. But you are the island that I've anchored myself to in this sea, thank you for all that you do mon amie.. We'll both make it. I promise.
One day I noticed a little bird flying; I thought it so wonderful the way it lived without knowing the ways that scarred it had painted it so many colors of Rayleigh scattered across my eyes an entire way of living discovered I had never once considered, and in that moment I was lost; wanting nothing more than too fly too but now all I can ask is..
What did I miss..?
What did I miss..?
What did I miss..?
Amelie Solene
I met you in a cramped, confined space that barely brought about comfort, the radio's ambient song brought us more comfort then our own words, we were so lost.. So stuck in something so desperate we didn't even realize where we were; But now..? This is a new start.. Despite my crimes, my humility. You remind me of all the good I can do. You are the one thing that keeps me on track; I know all of these people..
One day I noticed a little bird flying; I thought it so wonderful the way it lived without knowing the ways that scarred it had painted it so many colors of Rayleigh scattered across my eyes an entire way of living discovered I had never once considered, and in that moment I was lost; wanting nothing more than too fly too but now all I can ask is..
What did I miss..?
What did I miss..?
What did I miss..?
"Cherry"
A kind soul who seems to want the best for me and Amelie, She seems pretty nice, every time I've spoken too her this far she's seemed very-.. Formidable in terms of her ability to pick up on things but she's also clearly stuck to some degree within the influence of the system, I can't blame her, this place is almost intoxicating, the food and presence of the officers almost creates a feedback loop, it's hard to imagine what life is right now outside of the walls.. I'd never go back too the slums after this.
Cherry, I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you in the end, I suppose I'm no better than Cross, Endlessly going around promising to help others then not being there in their moment of need, only to go "Sorry." How Pathetic, Right? ... I owe you better, thank you for saving me.
A kind soul who seems to want the best for me and Amelie, She seems pretty nice, every time I've spoken too her this far she's seemed very-.. Formidable in terms of her ability to pick up on things but she's also clearly stuck to some degree within the influence of the system, I can't blame her, this place is almost intoxicating, the food and presence of the officers almost creates a feedback loop, it's hard to imagine what life is right now outside of the walls.. I'd never go back too the slums after this.
Cherry, I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you in the end, I suppose I'm no better than Cross, Endlessly going around promising to help others then not being there in their moment of need, only to go "Sorry." How Pathetic, Right? ... I owe you better, thank you for saving me.
[Close Friends]
Vasili
I miss you comrade, This hell strips away my layers and peals at my soul as if flecks of a candle ever closer to going out; I endure, as we all do onto one and the next, yet I find myself withering in my endurance and stamina; my desire to fight sputters and gives out, resigning to a new way of thinking... Are you doing well in Thirteen? I was told by Passerby's you had been.. Fighting, I hope you well.. It warms my heart to know you live.. Don't give up for me.
"Jin"
A lifeline among this nightmare, I appreciate all of your work and everything you've done for me, your shop is the one place I could find refuge when things started to get bad for me, I enjoyed working there and always found myself willing to help-.. That Gonome really had it out for me huh? I hurt like hell but I was grateful you were able to kill it.. Thank you for all you do for me, the food you make is-.. A cut above the others, they make you out to be 'low quality' street-food, but it's so far from the truth it'd blow their minds.
You are one of a kind.
Marcus Cross
"The stalked shop-keep"
A reliable face among the many of terrible looks I get, you always seem to be open for business when I need you most, your prices drive me crazy, all the prices up here do, compared to what it was like in the slums I feel like I'm always paying so much just to live, yet here I am.. Alive, paying for my actions in both credit, and work ethic. I just hope I don't let you down. I hope I do my best for everybody who's given me so much support like you,.. Don't die to some maniac. I'm glad to see your shoulder healed so well.
Henry
A reliable man who has seemingly spent some time considering his recent actions in exploring, A brutal surgery on one of his friends Gustaf by my hand as a result of their incursion; Henry show's himself to constantly be thoughtful of myself and puts himself in positions to care for me, and always seems to notice when I'm taking to much by myself and throws his hat in the ring, if I was still a ring-leader, I'd just might consider him a good leader to work for me.
Jessica Chen
I met you in a workshift, I didn't ask much but I did what I needed too, you waited for me to get another brown band, I appreciate your work-ethic and care for the people it's clear you truly want what's best for the citizens of the city, I owe you despite you saying I owe you nothing. I'm always a call away should you need a Doctor in a pinch. It's the least I can do for what I've done.
Vasili
I miss you comrade, This hell strips away my layers and peals at my soul as if flecks of a candle ever closer to going out; I endure, as we all do onto one and the next, yet I find myself withering in my endurance and stamina; my desire to fight sputters and gives out, resigning to a new way of thinking... Are you doing well in Thirteen? I was told by Passerby's you had been.. Fighting, I hope you well.. It warms my heart to know you live.. Don't give up for me.
"Jin"
A lifeline among this nightmare, I appreciate all of your work and everything you've done for me, your shop is the one place I could find refuge when things started to get bad for me, I enjoyed working there and always found myself willing to help-.. That Gonome really had it out for me huh? I hurt like hell but I was grateful you were able to kill it.. Thank you for all you do for me, the food you make is-.. A cut above the others, they make you out to be 'low quality' street-food, but it's so far from the truth it'd blow their minds.
You are one of a kind.
Marcus Cross
"The stalked shop-keep"
A reliable face among the many of terrible looks I get, you always seem to be open for business when I need you most, your prices drive me crazy, all the prices up here do, compared to what it was like in the slums I feel like I'm always paying so much just to live, yet here I am.. Alive, paying for my actions in both credit, and work ethic. I just hope I don't let you down. I hope I do my best for everybody who's given me so much support like you,.. Don't die to some maniac. I'm glad to see your shoulder healed so well.
Henry
A reliable man who has seemingly spent some time considering his recent actions in exploring, A brutal surgery on one of his friends Gustaf by my hand as a result of their incursion; Henry show's himself to constantly be thoughtful of myself and puts himself in positions to care for me, and always seems to notice when I'm taking to much by myself and throws his hat in the ring, if I was still a ring-leader, I'd just might consider him a good leader to work for me.
Jessica Chen
I met you in a workshift, I didn't ask much but I did what I needed too, you waited for me to get another brown band, I appreciate your work-ethic and care for the people it's clear you truly want what's best for the citizens of the city, I owe you despite you saying I owe you nothing. I'm always a call away should you need a Doctor in a pinch. It's the least I can do for what I've done.
Celt
A Woman built to last, strong willed and always finding ways to somehow be on the front or at the least enough too get yourself kills-..and I guess killed, eventually anyway. It was nice y'know? The base-.. City eight, The valley.. All of it really, it was our time, our-.. Memories, we fought hard for them, all of us.. But what were we fighting for again? It all feels so-.. Pointless now, painful.. I miss you.
"Felix"
I wish I had been there, I wish I could've helped. I wish I had saw you dying, I wish I had been able to do anything. Anything- stop time, get to you-.. But you were gone and I didn't even hear a peep.. Sometimes I wonder if it was good luck I wasn't there, would I have been dead too? Did you do something for us I still don't know about? I can't say.. But Luca missed you... I guess I did too.
"Cash"
A Sadistic man with a funny way of thinking with an even wider arsenal to back his gifted speech, with such vigor and tenacity the man made many foes look like puppies in comparison to his almost bullish personality, and-.. Demanding mannerisms when it came to his jokes, if he was around today the situation would be very different, the combine would already be in the midst of a complete breakdown, among a crystal-infested nightmare world.. I can only imagine what would've happened if we stayed in City Eight.
A Woman built to last, strong willed and always finding ways to somehow be on the front or at the least enough too get yourself kills-..and I guess killed, eventually anyway. It was nice y'know? The base-.. City eight, The valley.. All of it really, it was our time, our-.. Memories, we fought hard for them, all of us.. But what were we fighting for again? It all feels so-.. Pointless now, painful.. I miss you.
"Felix"
I wish I had been there, I wish I could've helped. I wish I had saw you dying, I wish I had been able to do anything. Anything- stop time, get to you-.. But you were gone and I didn't even hear a peep.. Sometimes I wonder if it was good luck I wasn't there, would I have been dead too? Did you do something for us I still don't know about? I can't say.. But Luca missed you... I guess I did too.
"Cash"
A Sadistic man with a funny way of thinking with an even wider arsenal to back his gifted speech, with such vigor and tenacity the man made many foes look like puppies in comparison to his almost bullish personality, and-.. Demanding mannerisms when it came to his jokes, if he was around today the situation would be very different, the combine would already be in the midst of a complete breakdown, among a crystal-infested nightmare world.. I can only imagine what would've happened if we stayed in City Eight.
Uwe
You taught Amelie some English and helped her through a lot of time in the bunker. How long was she down there for? What was she like when she got there for the first time? What were you like before the collapse of your career? A bit of a harsh question I suppose.. I lack insight, yet I know I trust you. You were among the first to warn me of danger down there.. Yet I'm gone now, a husk of my former self I look too the future in search of Servitude.. Perhaps you will meet my path one last time one day.
Amelie's gone, But you're still here. You comfort me endlessly so in ways I can't always reciprocate but I appreciate every ounce of effort you put into me, Your people drive me crazy but you're actions and your viewpoints align with mine to degrees. Be safe, Uwe.
You taught Amelie some English and helped her through a lot of time in the bunker. How long was she down there for? What was she like when she got there for the first time? What were you like before the collapse of your career? A bit of a harsh question I suppose.. I lack insight, yet I know I trust you. You were among the first to warn me of danger down there.. Yet I'm gone now, a husk of my former self I look too the future in search of Servitude.. Perhaps you will meet my path one last time one day.
Amelie's gone, But you're still here. You comfort me endlessly so in ways I can't always reciprocate but I appreciate every ounce of effort you put into me, Your people drive me crazy but you're actions and your viewpoints align with mine to degrees. Be safe, Uwe.
"Oracle"
A funny one, I appreciate their words and the way they think. I believe such one would have great deal of luck within the confines of a human life with such things of their comedy and humility in jokes, too the untrained eye perhaps another vortiguant among the hoard; but Oracle displays incredible quick-wit in their ability to facilitate their own upcoming wealth by using their name to their advantage. I'm proud to have given them the name myself.
..Where did you go?
Gustaf
I was lucky to catch Henry when I did, If he hadn't found me and that terrible wound that required-.. Stupendous care and tender nature, lest his entire gut be compromised.. I was lucky that I was there and had something to use for suction.. I don't know how he would've lived without the CMU'S help if I hadn't been there.. Regardless, You're reliable and you've been pretty good about keeping up with me, I often do have to do quite a lot though.. I'm glad I was able to save you.
I heard you yelling a few days ago.. I hadn't seen you since.. Where are you?
Tiny
I miss you, you were reliable and a good damn comrade to have on many different occasions, we fought together a few times, I remember city-twenty fours ruins when we had to travel through it, Cash told me to stick with the pack and somehow those Vortiguants tore apart that Synth crab like it was nothing, looking back I wish I had kept those Potato seeds I found back then.. Good times those were for us.
I saw you, For the first time in months, and it was like light ignite itself in my heart. I wonder, are you apart of the Liberators now? Do you live as a Supporter? Why did you have that red armband on? I didn't talk to you directly but the way you avoid me makes me think you remember just a bit too much.. I miss you old friend.
The shepherds will help you should you ask.
Deacon
I don't know what ever happened to you, one day you were here, the next you were gone. You were reliable, and strong willed, you always helped me make things. I miss you, but I'm no longer there now, a ghost and another tale for the next Medic. I hope you all are okay.
Did you all die?
Coyote
I don't know if I'll ever see you again, I hope I do one day, maybe not today, maybe not this year, but one day. I hope you see the error of our ways, that you're strengths would go far far beyond what you did right now in the slums, it's not so bad up here, the officers, they're human-- Mostly.. Some of them, I think if someone like you had made it up here. Things could have a real change you helpful bastard.
What happened?
"Vlada"
Unofficially I'd say you were the reason why Amelie got hired at the store, I owe you guys a great deal, ever since you've taken Amelie on she's slept better; talked with more people and been more active then ever; it's like watching a dead person come back to life, I forever owe your store my gratitude and assistance should you ever hurt yourself. I assure you I will be there. Thank you Vlada..
I'm sorry the Shepherd's couldn't save you.. I heard about your death through a Connection in the MCP.. You will be missed my comrade, I will spread words of your effort. Know you did not die in a way nobody would remember. *I remember.*
A funny one, I appreciate their words and the way they think. I believe such one would have great deal of luck within the confines of a human life with such things of their comedy and humility in jokes, too the untrained eye perhaps another vortiguant among the hoard; but Oracle displays incredible quick-wit in their ability to facilitate their own upcoming wealth by using their name to their advantage. I'm proud to have given them the name myself.
..Where did you go?
Gustaf
I was lucky to catch Henry when I did, If he hadn't found me and that terrible wound that required-.. Stupendous care and tender nature, lest his entire gut be compromised.. I was lucky that I was there and had something to use for suction.. I don't know how he would've lived without the CMU'S help if I hadn't been there.. Regardless, You're reliable and you've been pretty good about keeping up with me, I often do have to do quite a lot though.. I'm glad I was able to save you.
I heard you yelling a few days ago.. I hadn't seen you since.. Where are you?
Tiny
I miss you, you were reliable and a good damn comrade to have on many different occasions, we fought together a few times, I remember city-twenty fours ruins when we had to travel through it, Cash told me to stick with the pack and somehow those Vortiguants tore apart that Synth crab like it was nothing, looking back I wish I had kept those Potato seeds I found back then.. Good times those were for us.
I saw you, For the first time in months, and it was like light ignite itself in my heart. I wonder, are you apart of the Liberators now? Do you live as a Supporter? Why did you have that red armband on? I didn't talk to you directly but the way you avoid me makes me think you remember just a bit too much.. I miss you old friend.
The shepherds will help you should you ask.
Deacon
I don't know what ever happened to you, one day you were here, the next you were gone. You were reliable, and strong willed, you always helped me make things. I miss you, but I'm no longer there now, a ghost and another tale for the next Medic. I hope you all are okay.
Did you all die?
Coyote
I don't know if I'll ever see you again, I hope I do one day, maybe not today, maybe not this year, but one day. I hope you see the error of our ways, that you're strengths would go far far beyond what you did right now in the slums, it's not so bad up here, the officers, they're human-- Mostly.. Some of them, I think if someone like you had made it up here. Things could have a real change you helpful bastard.
What happened?
"Vlada"
Unofficially I'd say you were the reason why Amelie got hired at the store, I owe you guys a great deal, ever since you've taken Amelie on she's slept better; talked with more people and been more active then ever; it's like watching a dead person come back to life, I forever owe your store my gratitude and assistance should you ever hurt yourself. I assure you I will be there. Thank you Vlada..
I'm sorry the Shepherd's couldn't save you.. I heard about your death through a Connection in the MCP.. You will be missed my comrade, I will spread words of your effort. Know you did not die in a way nobody would remember. *I remember.*
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