firefly—:

You dumb, dumb fucking IDIOT.

Riot.

I know you’re recieving this transmission.

You’d better FUCKING answer me.

If you’re going to do this, you’re going to let me yell at you first.

I hope you fucking know they’re going to pump you for information. And you’re going to betray everyone you love. Again.

Firefly.

Then give me one good reason to come back to the Zones. Give me one good reason to get back into Helen and wake up tomorrow trying to pretend nothing’s different. My brother’s dead (again), the last safe house got broken into two nights ago, and everyone has moved on. Everyone. What’s left for me? What’s left for me to do?

I’m so fucking tired, Firefly. Tired of running all the time, never sleeping, barely eating. It’s too much. I’ve been doing this ever since the end of the Wars, it’s been too long.

Besides, my information is all outdated. The Fabulous Killjoys have moved on from me. Kobra doesn’t even remember me, did I tell you that? He had no idea who I was. I haven’t seen them since the incident, I only knew his frequency. And as for Pony and Papa… I haven’t seen them in months. I have no idea where they are. I can’t get to them, and neither can BLI.

It’ll be okay. I don’t know what they’ll do to me, but I’m too much of a coward to do it myself. I’m just hoping I can stop running.