Harper Is he beyond my help? Love is for suckers. A false construct that has long since served its purpose. Life is meant to be lived. Be in the moment and be happy. When I’m asked to help Drogor, it’s not really a choice. If I don’t, they’ll attempt putting him in stasis, which will probably kill him. I can’t have that on my conscience. I’m not sure I can help him, but I must try. The longer I’m around him the more I learn of him, the more I wonder, have I been wrong my entire life? Is love, true love, real? Will I save him, or will he save me? Drogor Am I scarred deeper than my body? I dream of freedom. The past is gone, now is hell, the future is the only hope I cling to. Until she walks into my cell. I know, the moment I see her, smell her, taste the air of her approach. Mine. We belong together. I remember her, but she doesn’t recognize me. They have done experiments, twisted my body. But now I wonder, is it more than my body that’s scarred? Is my soul too scarred for her to recognize? When I talk to her of love, she rejects the very idea. I’ll show her, I’ll prove to her, we belong together.