The tattoo on my right arm may seem like a lie. I was never in Special Forces and putting the patch in ink probably implies that. Truth is, I've been trained by people in Special Forces, Dad was in them, and Mom had this exact same tattoo. It's not a lie to
me, since it's my background and it's my remembrance. But usually, you get these inked because you were in them, and I never got to serve-- hell, never got to graduate. Don't Ask, Don't Tell. I got asked; I told. The right thing can really suck hard.
I miss my sister so damn much. I want her back. I'll find one of those Lazarus Pits if I have to. I don't care if she's still crazy coming out of it, I just want her alive and back. She's my
other half. It's my fault. Maybe the Pit would do a reversal and bring her back sane. If I ever find her body, how can I not try?