Olivia Satarae. I opened my little box to you. Opened myself up, and let you in. Promised me I wasn't alone. And, for a while, I wasn't. And then, suddenly, I was. I'd have been better off if I'd never met you, Olivia. If you'd never crawled up to me and convinced me to try. Trying never, ever, every works. People hurt. People can't help but hurt. They hurt you, they hurt me, and they continue to do so, over and over again. You hurt me, Olivia. And now...I'm hurting them. If they're little hearts fall out, they'll see me, and recognize me. I'm not sure you did. So alone. You disappeared, Olivia. Come back?
Where are you, darling girl?
Where are you, you lying whore?
Where did you disappear to, after promising you'd stay?
Where are you hiding, today?
I trusted you, I spoke to you,
As if you understood.
And, if you did? Would you have stood?
Or left me, like you did? Where are you?
Again, you hurt me. I'll hurt them back.
I'll make them understand. And when they do, I wont be alone again.
I wont be alone, the way you left me.
...Lying whore? Your words hurt. I am at Newark Station. Contact me when you have a chance. I'm sorry I lost you, my neural net device crashed and my ship was disabled.
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