Three years of my life were stolen from me by a machine that brought me to you.

Those were the best years of my life.

I betrayed my people for your species whom I was brought up to hate.

Just to see your smile.

I led your kind on a mission to destroy what was once my home.

Just to hear your voice.

I murdered my father by stabbing him in the back.

Just to make you proud.

I haven't seen you since you disappeared, but I want you to know this. I'm not doing this for them. I don't give two craps about the Garde. I'm also not doing this because it's right. In fact, I don't even know what's right anymore.

I'm doing this for you, One.

I'm doing this because I love you.

Because you're the only thing that makes sense in this world where children are being killed, and people think they're saints just because some old, dead guys said that they are the last hope of a dying race.

I'll help them, One. I'll help them for you.

But after we win this shit, I'm coming for you. I'm going to find a way to bring you back, no matter how many more years of my life it takes.

I love you. And I hope that wherever you are right now, you love me too.