The Snake Eater Diaries
By Phoenix of FREAKSHOW
Chapter 3: The Sorrow
Location: The Weapons Lab, West Wing
It must be fate.
I'm here watching the scene unfold. And I realize something. My life has not been so bad. At least I ended it with satisfaction, without regrets.
No, wait, that's not true. I find I don't know that I don't mean what I think until after it's been thought. If that makes any sense. And there it goes again.
Sense. Never something I've been associated with in my life. Or my death. But I digress.
It was not my life that was sorrowful. It's hers.
The death of her father. The theft of our son. My demise. And in the last week, she's had to turn her back on everything she's ever believed in. On by one, to watch her friends die. And that ominous feeling, that she knows that she will not live beyond today. I know that feeling too. The second I saw her in Tselinoyarsk, two years ago.
It's rather ironic. She killed me, at the river. And then, two years later, she was forced to bid her life farewell as she departed on what was to be her greatest, and final mission, at that same river.
The mission. How I hate that word. It's what's destroyed her. Tirelessly, she's devoted herself to her country. And I've watched for twenty years, as she gladly gives up every single chance at happiness. "Loyalty to the end," she calls it. When alive, I often refered to it as "workaholism run amock."
I know I can't stop what must happen. When she and her surrogate son meet one last time in battle. It's the philosophy she's followed like a religion. "One must live, and one must die." I only wish she could have been happier.
It must be fate.
