Log XXIII

    Three months have passed since I last wrote or donned my uniform. I went on a necessary leave for my mental wellbeing. To put it bluntly, I didn't know if I could do it anymore. This life just takes and takes and takes, it never gives. I've lost so many friends, people who I wanted to love, they're all gone. I needed time to decide if this was truly the life I wanted. I've come to the ultimate conclusion that yes, this is the life I want to go down. I know this will be the death of me, I've long since come to terms with that. Before I go, I need to leave the world a better place. My goals remain the same as they always have: eliminate the Sarkic Cult or die trying. I may not have what it takes to be Xi-8, but I will do my best to assist them in their endeavours. It's for a better world. A better tomorrow. One where the common man maintains autonomy.

    This is a short one. Until next time, dear friend.

   ~ Dak Kyra