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loudest_egan) wrote2008-10-23 10:08 pm
loudest_egan) wrote2008-10-23 10:08 pm
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Admiral's log; 10-23-481
My son's gone again. Gone? Dead. He was dead before, he came back, now he's not here, that means he's dead. Again.
That makes no sense, but it's true.
And dammit, it isn't any easier. I had to deal with it once already, now I have to go through it all over again. But somebody's gotta be the tough face. I've got Bern gettin' weepy on me, I've got the Lady Arshtat staying on my damn ship because she can't stand to be in her old room. I swear. I'm surrounded by women who are going to take it hard, and I have to be the strong one. Figures.
And damn it all, I miss Lydia something fierce right about now. I hope I don't die here or she'll come back and haunt me or something.
That makes no sense, but it's true.
And dammit, it isn't any easier. I had to deal with it once already, now I have to go through it all over again. But somebody's gotta be the tough face. I've got Bern gettin' weepy on me, I've got the Lady Arshtat staying on my damn ship because she can't stand to be in her old room. I swear. I'm surrounded by women who are going to take it hard, and I have to be the strong one. Figures.
And damn it all, I miss Lydia something fierce right about now. I hope I don't die here or she'll come back and haunt me or something.