A crumbled up paper would be found carelessly tossed to the side by Blackjack's Market.
To whomever this letter may reach,
I am a horrible human being. The fact that it took me just now to realize this is astonishing to me, I guess I was just that good at hiding it. My family's business always did require hiding behind a facade and all that shit. As I write this, I am standing atop my best and, really only, friend's corpse. There is nothing I can say, nothing I can do, that could ever make up for what I've done today. Nothing could ever wipe that expression from my memory. That look of pure horror and betrayal. You trusted me, you looked up to me, you I don't know. A stain would be present on the paper at this point. I loved you, MK, you were like a brother to me. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking I just fucking, I'm sorry. I am so fucking sorry. I pray to fucking Patria that he has a place in-store painful enough for me to go, I deserve it. There would be several scribbles on the page, a few words buried beneath them.
George, I don't even know what to say about what I did to you. You truly cared about The Liberated, and I turned them against you. I trust you and Vladimir are making a difference out there somewhere. Death never was final with you two. If I were you, I wouldn't count on you ever getting to take vengeance out on me in person. Vivat, Enigma.
Akihiro, I hope you and Sato are re-united in life after death.
Sato, if it were up to me, I truly would have given you amnesty. Killing you is my biggest regret.
Oyabun Ito, I respect you. If I were not so easily consumed by envy, I would have loved to work alongside you.
Mr. Norton, you're still kind of a dick for with-holding my workforce coupons that one time. Although, I still apologize for holding such a violent grudge.
Jack Cole, you were kind of like a father. I'm sorry to let you down.
O2, You have done nothing but help me. You stuck your neck out to raise my loyalty status before I became a unit. You helped me escape deservicement. You stuck your neck out again bringing me supplies. And now, because of me, you're stuck out here marked as a rogue. I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you. I trust you to lead what's left of The Liberated.
D-5. I fucking love you honestly, you were always by my side through everything. We were recruited together, we trained together, we would always patrol together. You're an amazing person. I hope you and four find a way to work together to make a real difference.
To the innocent men and women I put to rest, I have yet again nothing to say but sorry. You were brave, willing to stand up against these fuckin' bastards, willing to die just to try and secure a better life. You are infinitely better than me. I am nothing but a coward compared to you.
I am going to give myself the death I deserve. I am turning myself and they're going to fucking incinerate me alive. I will do all that I can to ensure that after my death, the beast claims my soul so that I may eternally burn in his realm. Just like I fucking deserve. No, I deserve worse. There would be a hole in the paper, along with a mess of scribbles. I'm going to tell them I dealt with you all. If they believe all of us are dead, they hopefully won't shell and sweep you anymore.
To whomever this letter may reach,
I am a horrible human being. The fact that it took me just now to realize this is astonishing to me, I guess I was just that good at hiding it. My family's business always did require hiding behind a facade and all that shit. As I write this, I am standing atop my best and, really only, friend's corpse. There is nothing I can say, nothing I can do, that could ever make up for what I've done today. Nothing could ever wipe that expression from my memory. That look of pure horror and betrayal. You trusted me, you looked up to me, you I don't know. A stain would be present on the paper at this point. I loved you, MK, you were like a brother to me. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking I just fucking, I'm sorry. I am so fucking sorry. I pray to fucking Patria that he has a place in-store painful enough for me to go, I deserve it. There would be several scribbles on the page, a few words buried beneath them.
George, I don't even know what to say about what I did to you. You truly cared about The Liberated, and I turned them against you. I trust you and Vladimir are making a difference out there somewhere. Death never was final with you two. If I were you, I wouldn't count on you ever getting to take vengeance out on me in person. Vivat, Enigma.
Akihiro, I hope you and Sato are re-united in life after death.
Sato, if it were up to me, I truly would have given you amnesty. Killing you is my biggest regret.
Oyabun Ito, I respect you. If I were not so easily consumed by envy, I would have loved to work alongside you.
Mr. Norton, you're still kind of a dick for with-holding my workforce coupons that one time. Although, I still apologize for holding such a violent grudge.
Jack Cole, you were kind of like a father. I'm sorry to let you down.
O2, You have done nothing but help me. You stuck your neck out to raise my loyalty status before I became a unit. You helped me escape deservicement. You stuck your neck out again bringing me supplies. And now, because of me, you're stuck out here marked as a rogue. I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you. I trust you to lead what's left of The Liberated.
D-5. I fucking love you honestly, you were always by my side through everything. We were recruited together, we trained together, we would always patrol together. You're an amazing person. I hope you and four find a way to work together to make a real difference.
To the innocent men and women I put to rest, I have yet again nothing to say but sorry. You were brave, willing to stand up against these fuckin' bastards, willing to die just to try and secure a better life. You are infinitely better than me. I am nothing but a coward compared to you.
I am going to give myself the death I deserve. I am turning myself and they're going to fucking incinerate me alive. I will do all that I can to ensure that after my death, the beast claims my soul so that I may eternally burn in his realm. Just like I fucking deserve. No, I deserve worse. There would be a hole in the paper, along with a mess of scribbles. I'm going to tell them I dealt with you all. If they believe all of us are dead, they hopefully won't shell and sweep you anymore.
Vivat.
-Blackjack
-Blackjack
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