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[keyandstar]

I never really knew my parents. I didn't even know who my father was until recently.

My mother died when I was very little. I've often wondered what my life might have been like if she hadn't.

I've been thinking about the people I fought during the latest draft. The people I killed. I've been wondering if they have children too. If because of me those children will also grow up lonely.

I really wish Dog was here. She's my best friend from back home. She'd know what to say. She always does. It doesn't always make sense, but that doesn't really matter most of the time.

I don't know why I'm writing this. I suppose I just had to get it out, and I'm not very good at talking. Except for with Dog. I could talk to her for hours.

I miss her so much.

That's all, really. Sorry if you just read this and feel like I wasted your time. I didn't mean to.

Comments

[Written]

[rather_be_surfing]

It's never pretty when it's you or the other person that has to die. And it's not a good idea to dwell on it, either, once it's done. All you'll do is wind up breaking yourself.

Maybe put up some prayers or a memorial for the ones you had to kill. There's nothing wrong with respecting the memory of your enemies. Like you said, they had loved ones too.

[Written]

[keyandstar]

Just not thinking about it seems so... cold.

I think you have a good idea there. About having some sort of ceremony or something.

[Written]

[rather_be_surfing]

Well, there's a difference between thinking about it and getting it in a place you feel comfortable with, and then dwelling on it, where you just pick it apart until it starts picking back. Long as it's the first, you're all right.

Seems fitting. Show them some respect, give yourself some closure. Some folks might not appreciate it, though.