You know, I'm really not one for being depressed. That storm? It did not play fair, Ace. It dug right into your head somehow, pulled out your worst dreads, breathed life into them and what's worse, paraded them for everyone to see.
Not just mine, but other people's. Wasn't right. Acknowledging your fears is one thing, forcing them to be faced and getting others caught up in it? That's another thing entirely. All the more will I gladly put down who or whatever managed to manufacture these unnatural happenings. Just gotta find them first, but they've already proven one thing: a mystery party exists and they like to gloat. I'll bet they won't stay hidden forever. One of these days, they'll pop up in person, just to get a front row seat for whatever terrible things they decide to put us through. And when they do? I'll be sure to reserve some bullets just for them.
In the meantime, the storm's blown over. A few people left with it, maybe even before that. Didn't know some too well, the kid with the hair, the lady with the baby, the walking helmet with the kid... Lotta kids around here, now that I think about it- or there were. Maybe it's for the best they're up and gone now, hopefully where they ought to be.
Cloud, he's gone too. Was a good kid, weird hair and all. Been through a lot, tries to take care of everything himself. Would've made a good Guardian. Probably better. Kid wasn't well. If he's back home, if they're all back home... Well, isn't that what we all hope for in the long-run?
Not that I'm going to slack any. I've got good friends here. Maybe some day they'll go too. Maybe I will. I'll stick it out as long as I can help it though. Got good memories about good people and I hope I get to keep them.
So for now I'll keep hoarding what I can. And maybe if someone finds these letters, at least someone else'll know too, even if I might not.
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Not just mine, but other people's. Wasn't right. Acknowledging your fears is one thing, forcing them to be faced and getting others caught up in it? That's another thing entirely. All the more will I gladly put down who or whatever managed to manufacture these unnatural happenings. Just gotta find them first, but they've already proven one thing: a mystery party exists and they like to gloat. I'll bet they won't stay hidden forever. One of these days, they'll pop up in person, just to get a front row seat for whatever terrible things they decide to put us through. And when they do? I'll be sure to reserve some bullets just for them.
In the meantime, the storm's blown over. A few people left with it, maybe even before that. Didn't know some too well, the kid with the hair, the lady with the baby, the walking helmet with the kid... Lotta kids around here, now that I think about it- or there were. Maybe it's for the best they're up and gone now, hopefully where they ought to be.
Cloud, he's gone too. Was a good kid, weird hair and all. Been through a lot, tries to take care of everything himself. Would've made a good Guardian. Probably better. Kid wasn't well. If he's back home, if they're all back home... Well, isn't that what we all hope for in the long-run?
Not that I'm going to slack any. I've got good friends here. Maybe some day they'll go too. Maybe I will. I'll stick it out as long as I can help it though. Got good memories about good people and I hope I get to keep them.
So for now I'll keep hoarding what I can. And maybe if someone finds these letters, at least someone else'll know too, even if I might not.
Now excuse me, I got a bar to open.