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This is for you, Arc. I just hope you never find it. I plan on leaving the tape here,
and it's my job to make sure you never end up in this place. This tape will be waiting
here if I fail. You could say I'm blackmailing myself.
No, it's okay, you can kick if you want. I know this place makes you nervous, doesn't
it. It should, fifty people died just a few feet above us in Ward B. And what's left here
will play with your head if you let it. Endless hallways and ghosts will trap you here, if
you drop your guard.
But that protects us. My sisters are too scared to come here; they know how dangerous it is.
And that's good because if they had their way, you would have been dead when I first
started to show. All of the training, and drugs, and stress, they were supposed to leave
me infertile. I had accepted that a long time ago. Then the unexpected happened, you came
along.
My sisters are right to fear change, I know that. I know change means more death, more
missing; it means that somewhere our defenses broke. But I chose you over them. They saved
me, trained me to make a difference, and I gladly tossed it in away. I may have been
able to save more if I had stayed, but none of them would have been you.
Soon you'll be born into a world where dying is not the worst thing that can happen to
you. I'll do my best to prepare you, to teach you to hide and blend in. But in the end,
you'll have to be strong enough, because we are on our own now. If I had been stronger
I'd have just let you go.
Daughter, I'm sorry.