Month 1 – International Tension
For all their might the CIA has been able to uncover nothing about Sark's true loyalties. Vaughn gave his report yesterday. He said that the director of the SIS was so insulted that we would even come up with such a ludicrous story that he pulled the British team out of the joint training exercise next month.
Kendall, I'm sure, blames this new international tension on me.
I don't know what to think anymore. My heart still believes him, but my brain keeps telling me that I am a fool.
But I still remember his convulsions and moans.
I still remember the frantic way that he touched my face when he awoke from his nightmare. It's like I can still feel his fingers burning my face where they touched.
No man should have to suffer that much and be called a liar.
But again, a part of me wonders, what if that's the point?
It's strange though. My nightmares have shifted once again. Now instead of only seeing blood on my hands or face, I dream of Sark's nightmares as well; the images that he described to me of his sister and family. I also dream about all of the things that they did to him, though he didn't describe nearly all of them to me. But I was always there when they brought him back. I got to see the brief image of him, stark and pale, with blood running down his hands. I saw the gash across his knuckles. I saw the bruises on his face.
I want to tell him that he's been vindicated though. That the same knife that was used to cut open his hand was used to cut open the throat of his tormentor as well. I couldn't tell him back then, but I want to tell him now.
I want to see him and make sure it wasn't all in my head.
But if Kendall really wants to blame me for international tensions, perhaps he should start with the burning boat I sunk in the Hong Kong harbor. The last I heard they were still trying to clean up the mess and that there was a two week backlog of ships waiting to get in and out of the docks.