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Apr 20, 2057Dear Sam,It's over, for now. I don't really like that sentiment. I don't like the others saying we've "won", because I really don't think we have. Maybe it's all the nerves and instability catching up to me, but I don't trust it. This peace doesn't feel real. The Saturno is gone, and with it, any hope of justice for Lombardi. Where it's going, I don't fucking know. But I'm mad about it. Not just for Lombardi, but for all the crew that's imprisoned on it now. I knew a lot of those Replikas. I just hope they aren't killed... The Pallid Mask is dead. Maybe, anyways. I don't trust that she just died like that. My chest still aches from the shit she did to me. A little less so now, but it still hurts. It's probably some fucking trauma response and I can't do shit about it. Phantom pain or something. Nothing is there to hurt. We ran into that alien guy we met at the Hole again. His friends called Lombardi... something. Some grand title, is what I took it as. I know Lombardi was hiding stuff from us, but I really don't have a clue about this or what it means. It could be something I'm thinking too deep into. I'll be happy to be back in space. Maybe, with all this Halsey and King stuff past me, I'll start recovering a little. What will drive me crazy is Ripley. I can't leave her behind. We need to find her. I've made a promise to her that I would stay with her, the whole way through. If we leave her here on Phyrr, missing, what will I do? I mean, I suppose if shit doesn't come up we can always go back, but I'd still be leaving her. It's my job to get her back home. I told her I would. Fucking dead or alive, I will bring her home. I need to get off my lousy depressed ass and go out looking for her while I still have the time. And hey, Don't be mean to Lukas when he shows up for you. Spare the man a drink and a talk, at least. I know he's worked hard to make it up to you. Stay fresh, Mimic |
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