Dear Mun . . .

Leave me alone.

[Come on, Akira, don't be like that.]

Don't be like that? What the hell do you know? Sure, you play me, but you ain't ever gone through what I've gone through. You ain't ever lost one of the two people that matter to you.

[That's not what I --]

I know what you damn well meant, but you ain't helping. You and I both know I'd give anything to see Matsu again even once, much less have one to join a game with me. But we also know ain't many people played my game -- the entire time RPin' here and on Livejournal, you've only ever see someone playing Li, right?

So don't give me some bullshit about finding a Matsu for me. You can't and you know it. I'm in your head -- I can hear what you're thinking without tryin'.

So just shut up and stop lying to try to make me feel better. That's exactly why I hate adults in the first place.

[...I'm sorry, Akira.]

Yeah, well. We all are.

Why the hell are you so damn excited? I'm wakin' up somewhere weird -- again -- and with the damn police on me!

[That's not quite true, Akira, they probably won't bother you unless you go around randomly showing... off your...

Okay, she'll give you that one.]

Damn right you will.

And no, I ain't excited to meet other psychics. Ain't anything I've done before so it don't 'xactly make me feel calmer that they'll go lookin' in my head.

[Isn't that exactly what you do?]

Shut up. That's different.

[Suuuuure.]

And for the record, ain't no way I'm ever callin' that grandma Aunt.

[Oh, don't be a prick, Akira. You and Shepard will get along fine!]

Like hell!