September 11th Entry Seventy-One

[writeing was back to Ekiri's normal tone but seemed accostedly more sgraggily and rapid]

. . . .

He can never make up his mind....
such a woman. half expected him to cry during....
...wasn't as mean as I could have been...


"..She's got all kinds of Crap that's also wrong with her..."
"..I'll help get her back to...somewhat normal..."

If i'm such a problem why don't they just ignore me?
I don't need their morality weighing me down when i'm working.
....friends....I understand. we're all we have left aren't we?

and that's just fucking peachy.

I know what they're dying to say.
"Your the only decent medic we know.
you aren't worth shit unless you can see and save our hides."

...."You can. and will be replaced."
. . . ."If your broken your no good to us."

but none of that matters.
not as long as I have the only pair of eyes on me that I care about in the entire world now...I can't think of how I would have thrown this miracle away...
made up entirely of lies, the resemblence is uncanny if not youthful.
and nobody will ever know of this nineth miracle.
Nine...Nine...Nine...

is when I got to hold her for the first time...
without the intent of death stinking from me...
she had no fear. she was weak.

I'll give her what I've been deprived of for all of my life.

The truth.