The Only Two Tragedies In Life

July 9th, 1461, Fedricborough, 6th Military Base for the Novikov's Army

Dear Mika, 

You were here. You were here with me; and those, too short, days made me feel like we were back on the farm again. The two of us sitting in a tree, milking the goats, herding the sheep, watering Mama's garden, watching the sparks from the fire. I felt human again for the first time in a while, I think. It brought me back to a time where all I wanted was to save people without knowing how many brushes with death it takes to get it right. Which led me to start thinking, (I know, a feat in itself) about how we got here. I never thought that me wanting to become a big city physician would've led me to becoming a war medic. And just because you have this "fighting spirit" within you, doesn't mean you would have chosen to become a soldier in the army. I don't think either of us would've chosen the life we have now over what we aspired to have. Well, actually, now that I think about it, the reason I'm a war medic is because you drafted yourself. I'm a selfish being that only cares for those close to them, you know that better than most Mimi. So, I guess the real question I'm pondering is why'd you sign up? It's probably that damned saviour complex of yours. Mama always said it was gonna get you into trouble one day. Papa never did say much about what he thought about your whole selfless act. Although, there was one day when he pulled me aside and told me that you followed me around like a shadow. You were the Yin to my Yang... or something like that. And he said that it's important to never lose your own shadow, 'cause that means you're not really here. Which was a lovely box of morality that 15 year old me got to dig through. I guess I know how I got here: you. I couldn't convince you to leave it well enough alone, so I could at least try to keep you safe.

How'd you get here?

Roo