Mom,
I'm not sure why I'm writing this. Actually, let me clarify that, I can't believe I'm writing this. It's fatalistic and depressing. But I need to tell you this. Remember the lieutenant that I was telling you about in my last letter? Well, we went from the "he's great but there are regs" stage to the "fuck the regs" stage somehow when we were trying to stop Saren. Mom, I love him. Which I can't believe I'm saying. It's been so fast and crazy, but it's undeniable. When you told me that I'd know the "one" when I found them, I didn't believe you. Boy was I wrong. We're trying to keep everything professional and not flaunt what we're doing but I think some of the crew know. But that's not why I'm writing you this.
Mom, if I die before Kaidan and I can be official, please give him the flag and my dogtags. He should be the one to have them. Thank you for understanding.
Love you.
Mo
