To, my wife and/or daughter writing for her, Crystal “Chrissy” Gem and Shine “Sparky” Sparkle;
That introduction is getting ridiculously long.
Regardless, Sparky, I have some things I need to address. I still hate doing my job at the moment, and would rather quit. I couldn’t just leave Lance and Slate behind by being influenced by my own selfish desires. I’m starting to wonder what the point of me working here is. I mean, it’s quite interesting the things that can change in few months.
You shouldn’t have done that research, if you didn’t do that research, I wouldn’t be in this situation. I’d be happy as everyone else, and I wouldn’t care so much for my friends.
But then again, if you hadn’t done that research, I wouldn’t have made Jack get out there and share his message. I wouldn’t have met Slate. I wouldn’t have met Lance. See, actions come with consequences, but sometimes it just happens to be worth in in the end. I can comfortably say that I believe this was one of those times. I wouldn’t have it any other way, even if Slate is stealing all my money that I don’t bid in Poker.
Sparky, why are you tearing yourself up so much? You may have your flaws, but then again, what pony doesn’t? I’m flawed, Jack’s flawed, heck even Chrissy’s flawed. She’s beautiful, but she’s not perfect. Nopony’s perfect, and it’s sad if that’s what you think. It’s not like we hated you Sparky, you may not have been a perfect daughter, but that doesn’t matter. Sparky, we love you. Me and Chrissy both. I wouldn’t trade you for the world, Sparky. I wouldn’t trade Jack either. Despite how silly that statement sounds, it’s true. It’s always true.
We love you, Sparky. Keep that in mind. You don’t have to be a perfect daughter for this to be true. You just need to be you.
Now, onto other news.
Slate’s been doing well. He’s fitting in with us remarkably well. He’s been doing all the things a Changeling like him does, but he’s also adopted some pony traditions. He treats everyone like a pony would. I mean, he treats everypony the exact same as other ponies treat other ponies. I also think he might not be eating anymore. Of course, you can never tell, now can you? He might just have enough love in his new reformed form to sustain him for Celestia knows how long.
Again Sparky, tolerance is a great first step into finally accept Changelings for who they are.
Now, Lance, thank you Sparky for keeping that a secret. She’s taken a shine to me, perhaps a little more than I’d like. Of course, she wants to date me. It’s a minor problem, so keep me strong.
Otherwise, she loves Slate as much as I do. It’s amazing, the things she accepts. She might like Slate more than me, as impossible as it sounds. She loves seeing Slate just do Changeling things.
It’s honestly very hilarious.
So, life has been going alright. I mean, nopony really cares about that one Changeling sympathizer anymore, battle’s happening in s few days. I hope to be there. But again, why do I want to, and also, why don’t I want to see Chrissy with my friends before she dies? It’s not like I’m feeling happy right now, but then again, why do I feel content? Is Chrissy’s death not getting to me as much as it should? Should I be worried?
Of course I should be worried. She’s my wife, for crying out loud. But then again, I don’t know if I’ll make it. More importantly, why haven’t I left yet?
Scratch that, Sparky. Now, going through this crisis while writing. I feel exactly like you do. I feel as if I’m not good enough. As if I’m just here because I’m here. There’s no rhyme or reason to why, but for some reason, I do. It’s terrible to me. I don’t feel happy. I feel worried, not about Chrissy, but instead me and why I’m not worried about Chrissy.
I confess. I have no solid reason why I’m still here. Am I worried about losing my job? Heck no, I absolutely hate it. I hate the things they’re trying to get me to do. Do I want to kill Chrysalis? Yes, but my squad can handle that. They know Chrysalis better than I do. I’m not the one who captured her. Then again, I’m the only one who knew she had a hive mind, so, you win some, you lose some, I guess. However, I don’t know how to kill her. They know better than I do, that way of doing things.
That really only leaves one option: my friends.
They won’t be coming home with me, and I don’t know where Lance sleeps. Nor will I ask, because that’s creepy. So, if I wanted to take a hike in the middle of the night with them, I could really only do so with Slate. He sleeps at the foot of my bed, so I can wake him up anytime.
Now, I’m so worried about my friends. I want to go home and see Chrissy, but I don’t know if they’ll come with me. Lance likes this job. She doesn’t approve of the Changeling massacres, but unlike me, she follows orders without questioning herself. Slate will just have a hard time fitting in. Especially if his true form is revealing, then we’d get scorned.
Now, I don’t know if I can go home with them, that’s why I’m still here.
After that strange ramble, my health!
Nothing to out of the ordinary, I’m healthy as a horse. I’m more worried about Chrissy’s, though. Just a little worried, but still worried nonetheless. I’m not worried as much as I should be, let’s say.
So, Sparky, keep me updated. Just know that if you want me to come home, say the word, and I’ll be on my way.
With all love and affection;
Corn Husk