October 17, 3003
Ecliptic Prison Camp, Nodding, Arcandia
Private Axon Paine

Ben, this is it. I’m out. Have you seen what they do to the Celestialites here? Look, I’m all for going back to “human nature” and whatever the hell we’re fighting for, but this is the last goddamn straw. Even the Equalists are treated like dogs! And there was a kid, Ben. A kid! He couldn’t have been more than freakin’ ten. Ten! He tried smuggling a bread roll out of the mess to feed some little girl. Who, I swear, was like four. You know what they did to him? They shot him in the head, right between the eyes. Ben, man, I’m sorry. But I’m switching. I know I could be shot, but at this point I just don’t give a damn. The Celestialites have to take me.

Good luck.