I…I don’t even know what to say. I don’t know how to respond to this.
Girl’s gone. She’s…she’s gone. She just fucking up and left. Sent me off to get food and then just fucking took off. Her note. She left a note. God, let me get it. Just let me get it and type it up for you.
I’m sorry. I can’t stay around here anymore. I’m not strong like you. I wish I could stay around and help you, but as it is, I’m just a burden. I can’t keep imposing on you. So this is goodbye. I’m becoming a runner. I feel trapped staying in one place, but maybe, if I’m on the move, he won’t be able to catch me. I mean, it’s worked for M, right? I know how much your eyes light up when you talk about him. I found that memorial for him you set up. It’s nice. It’s great that he’s alive and everything, but part of me almost thinks that it’s too bad that he is, after all that eulogy and everything. Personally, I think you do his job better than he does. But I guess I’m just biased.
Well…I guess this is later, gator. I’m sorry, [Jekyll]. I wish I was strong enough to say goodbye.
…I don’t know what to fucking do now. She…I spent so much trying to help her. And what did I do? Nothing. She fucking bolted. Now she’s on her own, where she’ll be vulnerable.
Okay, so maybe she can survive as a runner. But let’s be honest with ourselves, shall we? In her current state, so psychologically broken, how long do you suppose she will last? Her likelihood of surviving is rapidly dwindling. She lacks both the sanity and stability to do anything fucking sensible. She’s running because she’s panicking, not because she’s got a plan. How do I even fucking react to this?
Now what? Where do I even fucking go from here?