A quiet day, took some time out of Delta, and sent a private urgent message to the sensor contact logged as “Miss White”. Coords, need to talk.
She came, seemed concerned. Until i explained… then she seemed to just, relax and show outward happiness. Explained that i was on a path that would open my mind to the many mysteries i was previously unaware of. I… didn't quite not understand. I needed some time away from omicrons… a trip to New London maybe… back… Home… well. Whats left of “Home”…
On the way, took a detour through to pay my respects to the Leeds Monument… some of the few friends i had, had family there when… when… *a muffled sniff* another Peak of humanity… another reason.. why maybe this new path… is the answer I’ve needed… wonder if She ever made it off before…
I need to stop. That life of mine wasn’t good for her then… and it still isn’t now. Maybe less so. Less swooning for lost love… she wouldn’t have been on the planet by then anyway… knowing her shes probably in Liberty, or Rheinland.
Bretonia didn’t feel like home anymore… too much loss, misery and pain lingers here.
Its time to get away from it all. From now on, Omicrons will be my home…
