"Take me!"
Nirrti, I beg you, don't
take Carter - not her. She's too valuable to our world - to me.
"Take me!"
It's my duty to protect,
honor, and defend my team, but Nirrti's goons took Carter and then Jonah
- not me.
It's my job to take the
heat, distract the bad guys and protect them - I didn't - couldn't.
"Take me!"
Now, with Carter's head
resting on my shoulder, I can protect and honor her to the best of my
ability . . . watch her turn into water like the others. Honor and
comfort her - till death us do part.
God, take me.
***
"Sorry, sir."
My fascination with
Nirrti's genetic machine almost made the pain bearable. Almost. The pain
is getting worse.
Sorry, sir.
The Colonel said I'm
going to be all right, but I don't think I am. I know something is
different inside of me. Knowing it is one thing, but feeling it? I'm
scared.
Sorry, sir.
As my CO, I've always
leaned on him, depended on his strength, so laying my head on his
shoulder now seems right. If only things had been different. At least we
can be together this much before I . . .
Sorry, sir.
I'm dying.
Sorry . . . Jack.