Pain
Pain. Pain makes you weak, weak enough to kill those you love. Sometimes I feel like nothing else is real. The ripping burning of the ribbon devise. The shocking sharp sting of a Zat. The slicing sharp needle during our inspections. The burning in my eyes when I've been up all night working on a translation. The ache of loss when I think of Sha're, my late wife. Some times I want to give into the pain, but I know I can't do it. The lives of my team depend on me. The pain keeps me from giving in. The Pain helps give me strength. Strength to go on.