terrence

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"alert game players. this is the last level that a rest period will be allowed to players that includes the wall. from this point onwards soldiers will be expected to find their own ways of safely sleeping during the level. sleep well! this is the last time you will for a while," and then the speaker cuts out.

i make it back into my dorm and fall asleep almost immediately. my head is filled with memories of my father blended in reality around me now. somehow in my dream im giving my dad a tour of the base. suddenly i have to ask him how he's alive and then he disappears. that is how i wake up every night. every 2 hours. it doesn't matter if the wall is up or down no one is truly safe—ever.

and so every two hours i wake up in a cold sweat until the crackle of the speaker pulls me out of my revelry. i wake up groggily.

"soldiers, the wall will be lowerred in five minutes, good luck," and then the speaker cuts out. i yawn and stretch. then after that i look towards the window. it is dusk and the sun is sinking behind the window. all sorts of colors paint the horizon with darkness hovering above in.

i get out of bed, shrug into a different pair of clothes and head out. i don't care how many times i die today, i need to find more. more information about the place where ken's mom was killed. i know i can learn about that if i ask back at the capital. i will do that with luke. i mean, there has to be more information and where there is more information there has to be an arrow pointing to the direction of truth. then finally, when all is said and done i can say goodbye to my dad. i can let him go, and i can start living. i mean, that's only true if i don't murder everyone whoever got close to my father. i can't help it though, they took him from me before i could fully defend myself. i didn't even have a crystal! whoever killed my father, whatever killed my father is going to pay! i will make them pay forever for what they have done! and when they look back at the moment of their retribution, it will be me, sitting in wait for them to come home.

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