...goddammit. It's like I can't do anything right lately.
First I can't seem to do anything right when it comes to Lady lately. I wanted to tell her, but with things the way they were, half the time, I was either doing paperwork, keeping the higher-ups from panicking, getting my unit prepped, or sleeping. Hell, I think I lost weight over that whole damn incident. I wanted to tell her. I just...had no chance. And I couldn't go over there myself anyway to help, I would've gotten my ass kicked by my superiors, and hell if I was going to add any more paperwork to my list. I never asked Dante and Trish about helping, ever. It's not my fault that Birkin was interested in Trish because she's a demon. Or that Dante sympathized with us when Chris and Sheva explained what was going on.
...Birkin. He actually had the balls to apologize to me, too. But how the hell can I even begin to forgive him for what happened nine years ago? He acted like I didn't even care that Sharry went missing. Goddammit, I practically traded my freedom to make sure she was alright. I spent months searching after I found out...I still try looking for any leads even now. She's a good kid, she shouldn't have been subjected to this hell.
Then Ada and Krauser...
I don't need this kind of stress right now. Things were supposed to get easier once Chris and Sheva got back from Kijuju...but now, it's even worse.