Mustang,
You know I'm a pretty talkative person. But even though I'm just writing this down…I don't really know what to say.
I thought Shou Tucker would be an asset. His notes were fascinating. Nina was more important though. She was so sweet, and innocent. Seeing her and playing with her showed me and Al a light side to life we've been missing for a long time.
Of course that bastard had to fucking ruin it. Ruin her.
Every time I think about it I want to throw up. I have, a few times. Is…is that what it means? To be a dog of the military? To be so desperate for results you would destroy your own daughter?
I'm not blind. I see the similarities. I did the same thing, destroying Al's body just to see if I could do the impossible. It makes me wonder if that's how you saw me. When we first me. Did I look like Shou Tucker to you?
I just vomited in my mouth a little.
And you…how could you be so calm about it all? How could you be so jaded? I would like to think you're not sick enough to have known beforehand what was happening. Not that cruel. Surely… But then, is the apathy any better than outright cruelty?
When I'm not so angry, it makes me…a little scared for you. What did you have to go through to see what happened to Nina and not bat an eye? What do you do on the daily to be so unbothered? I've realized I know nothing about you.
I know I'm fucked up. I'm a wreck. I know I'm not okay…are you?
-Ed
