Shattered Hope
Ziv couldn't remember the last time he had seen real sunlight. Living underground was the most miserable existence Ziv had ever known, but he made do. "Fucking RM Corp" thought Ziv, "Forcing all the survivors- ah, hell, who am I kidding." Suddenly, Ziv got very forlorn, his eyes narrowing on the scrap metal currently sitting on his desk as he said aloud, "I'm the only one left." It was a difficult realization for Ziv to come to, but he had seen the "reprogramming camps" with his own eyes. He had seen men who went into those godforsaken camps as strong-willed resistance fighters come out the other end little more than a broken husk of what they once were. Ziv even considered surrender, even though it meant a guaranteed public execution, if it meant an end to this nightmare he called the Resistance. He had lost all there was to lose, the Corp had taken everything; Kiddie, Momzz, Ninjzz, and, worst of all...
"BLITZY!" cried Ziv. He collapsed on the floor and crumpled up into a ball, bawling, mourning, as he did every day, for the sister who had gone, and left him alone in this cruel shitsack of a world. He had warned her to stay away from combat, told her it was too dangerous, but she didn't listen, she had to go and get herself in the middle of a firefight and...
"That's it. That's why I have to keep fighting." proclaimed Ziv, though his will to fight was gone, "For you, Blitz. Always for you."