99 Problems And A Bitch Caused Everysingleone
Sylvannah writes in her journal, looking obviously distraught as she sits at her desk.
Jessemond Evans.
I honestly believed our problems with her were over when she was removed from the team. For an empath, I find it incredibly ironic that she's suffering from the kind of emotional instability I would diagnose as a disorder were I qualified. Brickford should have known better; he was there when she attacked our commanding officer in the field, he knew firsthand how she was with discipline. She simply does not react to major stress the same way normal people do. Perhaps love is as blind as the recruiting office?
Now two of ours have been shot. Our commander (again), and Malice, who was fool enough to go off alone without asking anyone first. I do not know what she was thinking, but part of me feels as though she wanted to do right by the Major. Jessemond is hurt; probably scared and on the run. If she was dangerous before, she is most likely incredibly moreso now.
I put on a more...cavalier attitude to try and cheer Malice...but now I am not so sure if hunting her down is something I can do. Everyone I've killed in the past has been someone I haven't known personally. Kanisians who hate Italins, street thugs trying to work over my family, and more recently the lizards trying to take over our planet or social order or whatever the hell it is they want. Jessemond may not exactly be a friend to me, but I know her name and I know her face. We've been through some particular hells together. We were allies.
I wanted to deal with her alone or with Brickford. Unlike Malice, she actually knows me. I might have been able to talk her down. Bring her in. Get her some of the help she so desperately needs. She hasn't killed anyone...yet.
I'm not sure if I can look her in the eyes and take her life from her.
I am trying to convince myself that Jessemond deserves whatever happens to her; She's destroyed the team not once but twice now...but I can't help but feel as though both incidents were the result of her being unable to control herself.
And the real victim in all of this is Brickford, who probably deserves it the least, but will blame himself anyways.
Jessemond Evans.
I honestly believed our problems with her were over when she was removed from the team. For an empath, I find it incredibly ironic that she's suffering from the kind of emotional instability I would diagnose as a disorder were I qualified. Brickford should have known better; he was there when she attacked our commanding officer in the field, he knew firsthand how she was with discipline. She simply does not react to major stress the same way normal people do. Perhaps love is as blind as the recruiting office?
Now two of ours have been shot. Our commander (again), and Malice, who was fool enough to go off alone without asking anyone first. I do not know what she was thinking, but part of me feels as though she wanted to do right by the Major. Jessemond is hurt; probably scared and on the run. If she was dangerous before, she is most likely incredibly moreso now.
I put on a more...cavalier attitude to try and cheer Malice...but now I am not so sure if hunting her down is something I can do. Everyone I've killed in the past has been someone I haven't known personally. Kanisians who hate Italins, street thugs trying to work over my family, and more recently the lizards trying to take over our planet or social order or whatever the hell it is they want. Jessemond may not exactly be a friend to me, but I know her name and I know her face. We've been through some particular hells together. We were allies.
I wanted to deal with her alone or with Brickford. Unlike Malice, she actually knows me. I might have been able to talk her down. Bring her in. Get her some of the help she so desperately needs. She hasn't killed anyone...yet.
I'm not sure if I can look her in the eyes and take her life from her.
I am trying to convince myself that Jessemond deserves whatever happens to her; She's destroyed the team not once but twice now...but I can't help but feel as though both incidents were the result of her being unable to control herself.
And the real victim in all of this is Brickford, who probably deserves it the least, but will blame himself anyways.