I’ve been a real fucking piece of shit to everyone since the Wolf died
It hurt so much and it still hurts but I have no right to complain and I had no right to take it out on Hart and Whelp. At first, I was pissed at them for what they did by cleaning up the room. The sheets still smelled like her, you know. So it was like losing what I had left of her. But I see now it was needed. It’s for the best. Really.
I haven’t touched a bottle since that fucking drunk rant. I feel like shit for what I did to Hart. He was right. I was putting them at risk. I won’t do it again. I don’t want them to be trapped here because of me, so I’ll make sure that they won’t be.
I’ve been starting to work with the kid; helping out with her training and encouraging her to work with Stitch. I’m trying to teach her how to throw a knife too, just like the Wolf taught me.
The kid is going to need to be prepared. I’m taking her and Hart with me on the next mission.