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Mar. 15th, 2009 | 05:24 pm

I thought I had a six sense about 'im now.

Sure, he could creep up on me, still startle me... Ye don't become a Turk or Undead Gun Wielding Freak without learnin' how te be stealthy. Still, I thought I could tell... Could at least tell when it weren't him.

Byron made such a fuckin' fool outta me. Used my handicap an' my expectations against me. Know he were just tryin' te pull a prank, but now I just doubt myself even more.

I couldn't tell.

What right have I got te claim 'im?

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Mar. 15th, 2009 | 01:53 pm

The last few days 'ave been... interestin'.

We got boarded by 'cutoms', turned out te be a raid. We fended 'em off, or Vincent did mostly, and I got shot in the goddamn fuckin' face, glass in my eyes. My left eye is... royally fucking fucked. My right aint so bad, I'm usin' it again, it's a little blurry, but I'm told it'll pass in a couple days. Wearin' a stupid goddamn eye patch.

Soon as I could get inte the bathroom without Vince, I checked out my reflection. Look like a goddamn pirate. Pretty fuckin' pitiful one at that. Looked under my eyepatch too... Can't see it great, because o' the blurriness, but fuck... it don't look good, and it weren't happy 'bout bein' exposed te the light none either.

Vince is constantly offerin' me support, tryin' te bolster me up. Wills is lookin' inte some eye specialists... Vince is right, it aint in my nature te give up, and I so badly don't wanna let 'em all down... but what fuckin' good is all of it, if I can't get my vision back te fly again?

Feels like everythin' I've set out te do in my life, everythin' I touch or hold dear, just fucking dies.

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Dec. 12th, 2008 | 12:16 pm
mood: pissed offpissed off

Godfuckingdamnit. We just got denied at Junon port for Quarantine reasons. I don't wanna have a goddamn fucking holiday there, just wanna give 'em their fuckin' supplies. Jesus.

Now we're gonna have te hit the nearest port an' pay fer couriers or some such bullshit. Wish Cloud would answer his fuckin' phone.

The world's goin' te shit.

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Lettin' go...

Nov. 2nd, 2008 | 03:59 pm

We dropped Collen and Caleb off at their new boarding school the other day. It's been tough not havin' 'em around, worst still when we call and all Caleb does is mostly cry and Collen ignores us.

Carbunkle been's pretty torn up, but Vincent especially has been very quiet and withdrawn. I have te admit, 'm worried. Maybe we shoulda waited. It was too soon after Vincent recovered from his mental breakdown, te send the twins off. I don't want 'im relapsin'. 'M gonna talk te him soon, he's gettin' too much inside his own head, starin' outside an' gettin' that look in 'is eye.

... I miss 'em.

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the Talk

Oct. 19th, 2008 | 02:27 pm

Vincent an' I are gonna sit down with the boys teday, have ourselves a chat about schoolin'....

Goddamn, I just know this aint gonna go smoothly.

Byron surprised both me an' Vince with real nice christmas presents. I can't stop lookin' at 'em, can't help thinkin' how damn close we came te losin' the Freak.... not that he's healed yet either. He still doesn't eat as much as I'd like, 'though the new reward-incentive scheme has helped some.

There's some strange rumors floatin' about the world these days. I tried te get in contact with Cloud, but Tifa said he's hard te get a hold of, often doing a Vincentish disappearin' act, or takin' his time with the deliveries I set 'im on.

Don't hardly recognise this world no more.

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Thicker than cheesecake...

Sep. 29th, 2008 | 01:12 pm

I think I might o' settled Vince's eatin' problem. Least fer now. Made 'im think o' something he wants, as a reward, if he eats more. His request was a bit of a surprise, but it certainly weren't unwelcome.

He mentioned the boys too, about their schoolin'. So far he's always comforted me that we've been doin' the best we could by them. But now I aint the only damn one thinkin' that maybe the boys'd be better off, learnin' what it's like te be around kids their own age, learnin' things other than oil changes and engine belts and how te stave off air-sickness...

We're back on the Highwind t'morrow. 'M eager te get back in the skies... but a part o' me's a little sad te be leavin' Rocket.

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End o' Year

Sep. 28th, 2008 | 04:27 pm

Christmas was good. Peaceful. Warm. Familiar. Surrounded by friends, kids, pets, in the kind o' town ye could raise a family in. A man couldn't really ask fer anythin' better.

Vince's eating habits aint improved much, but he still makes the effort, and I don't wan' te punish that just yet, with threats or stern words. Per'aps I can find a way te bribe 'im...

We'll have te head off soon, get back te work. The bills won't pay 'imselves.

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That time of year...

Sep. 7th, 2008 | 08:33 pm

It's almost Christmas.

Most o' the crew 'ave gone back te their families. I've shut up shop fer the seson, but some have opted te stay, either havin' nowhere better te go, or just happier te spend their holidays with their mates.

We're in Rocket, o'course. Shera's puttin' up the boys. I've told her I'll be mostly stayin' onboard, 'cause o' Vince. I didn't go inte details, but she understands, bless her.

Quip and Iever have gone back te their house. Iever's still not copin' so well with open-spaces, but he didn't seem as bad as that first time, after 'is kidnapping, so maybe there's some hope there...

Vincent is... alright. Given everythin' that's happened, and what he's been through, he's doin' alright. He still aint eating as much as I'd like, but he's taking in juice, and I can get 'im te keep soup and sometimes nibbles of solids down. I can't push 'im too much, or he throws it back up again. I'm considering a goddamn drip, if he don't improve any time soon...

Small steps though. Small steps. He came back. That's all that matters.

I'm so goddamn grateful this Christmas.

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Sep. 1st, 2008 | 05:44 pm

He's back....

I think, properly back. For good.

We talked a bit, and drank tea..... We'll need to talk more, later, but I think... I think he's on the mend. Finally. Finally...

He's back.

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Words from the Grave

Aug. 10th, 2008 | 02:23 pm

I can't believe I forgot about her letter. I thought it'd only make things worse. Hell, it still could, but it's the only gamble I got left.

I'm bettin' so much on it.

God Bannie, please, please...

Bring 'im back for us.

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