Lazurith.

So how is she? I understood that you went after her.

Lazurith.

So it's that bad. She's completely lost it. I hope you can talk some sense into her. I don't mind if she opens fire on me. We've been like this since Alberta and neither one of us can take back what happened in just one day. It wasn't alright that she opened fire on you of all people, though.

What did she say when you met with her anyway? If it isn't too much to ask, I mean.

As for Aspen and Hemlocke? No, I haven't seen or heard of them since the incident. I'll try and keep and eye out though.

You just take care out there and don't risk yourself too much.

Ah, so she kept you in the dark about that.

Were you not curious why I am this way? More like a 'borg than human? Hate towards her that stretched on for months? Years?

There was a time when I 'worked' for Revenant. Bodyguard of sorts. I figured out in my own time that she was dealing with Sentinels. I bailed. Tried to flee before I would wind up dead in some twisted study.

What she did some time later? Baited me into the Prophet Anomaly. Manipulated my anger so to speak. We ended up in a heavily irradiated system - Alberta. Things went down. I found a massive Gate of sorts. My ship wasn't ready to fend off the radiation, so I took my chances to make use of that installation instead of following her lead like a moron after she initially tricked me.

Then we fought. I shot down her ship. Nearly killed Hemlocke as well were it not for the radiation. Hemlocke was there to save us both. Had I won those fights, both him and Raven would have died.

So you see. Every bit of damage done to my body since then. Every piece of cyberware I have had to graft on me to compensate. All of it was because of her.

I've slowly started to forgive her for it, but clearly she never will forgive herself or something. Her every apology towards me is followed by her calling me a liar. A snake.

The irony? I'm still giving her chances. Even if it doesn't look that way.

Lazurith.

Maybe I was a bit radical back there. Time hasn't come yet - don't know why I made such a fuss about it. Maybe I was just stressed. Well, it'll come eventually. Both of us know it, but until then I'll be around to do, well, whatever I did so far.

You though. Well today I've been meaning to know how you're doing. After escaping, or leaving, or...whatever or however you managed to get out of Hemlocke's humble hideout. Don't suppose you'd want to talk about it in the near future, would you?

Lazurith.

What about Planet Curacao? You could use a cocktail in your hand and a nice view.