Plumb assures me his contacts assured them that there would be high tech medical equiptment on the ship we are heading for. Just a freighter, heading toward a new Alliance base with medical supplies. We have plenty from the last hit. Just need that gorram neuro-analyzer.
Bridgette relayed to me that Bel told her in confidence that she no longer saw colors. And any colors she saw were hazy and muted. Mostly around people. And not all people. She saw Bridgette in color. But not me. It confused her... and it scared me.
It sounded like her occipital lobe. But that doesnt explain her mood swings. Ive been pouring over my medical books. Searching for anything that could tell me what in the gorram hell is wrong with my cousin!
It seems as no one on that beloved rock of hers cares about her health. Has anyone noticed her behavior? It's borderline manic depressive and I have only been around her a handful of times before now. And me being a doctor is no excuse. Someone who cared for her enough should of noticed it. No excuses. If it wouldnt of made her so sad, I would take her from that blasted rock and never take her back. She's better off.
I know it's not fair blaming people I barely know. But it just seems... selfish of them to not see her. Maybe I should steal her from that planet. She cant hate me forever. And if she's better off then it will be worth her hatred.
If I had the right mind, I would hunt down this... Darian she keeps crying about in her sleep, and do to him what I was trained to do during the war. It wasnt real pretty.. they didnt call me a Butcher for nothing. I am trying to keep that part of myself under lock and key. But Bel's prediciment is making it real hard.
I am not proud of what I did then. War is war. But if there was anyway for Bel to forget everything that hurt her. I would do it. To the best of my ability.
She's family. And those people she calls family on that rock are far from it..
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