May 14th, 3004
Equalist Refugee Camp, Morrow, Monolith
Malborne Sinclair

I’m so fucking done with this.

I don’t think these idiots understand how this war works. And frankly, I ain’t got the time nor the drive to teach them. I’m going back to the Ecliptics. They’ll take me. They need me. Pathetic whelps, the lot of them. Well… Okay, maybe I should give them a bit of credit. They know what’s up. Unlike these pansy-ass pacifists who want to beat people over the head with rainbows and fuckin’ sunshine.

Seriously. So. Fucking. Done.