Bonus: The letter of a guilty Supremacy's soldier...
My name is Davin Bennett; I’m a Supremacy’s soldier. Even if the Supremacy does not exist anymore, I’m sure you know about it. And if it does, it means that Marylin died for nothing.
I sincerely hope she did not die for anything. Marylin was an amazing woman, the best person I’ve ever met. She was a marvelous author. Her words – her last words to me – pierced my bones. I know them, heart, by heart for reading them over and over again.
“Davin, my love. I’m sure you’re regretting not fighting with your sister and me. I’m sorry, I should’ve insisted more, but we did not have time for this.
I’m sorry for your sister. Emilia was an amazing young woman. But I hate you. I hate you because by betraying them, they did not punish you, no they decided to punish your sister. They’ve put her in a public place and made you pull the trigger.
Now, I have questions for you. When the gun was in your hands, did you feel like a man? When you pulled the trigger, did you feel relieved? When the blood and brains of your sister were on the concrete, did you regret to join the Supremacy’s army? How do you feel right now? Do you even realize that, with who I am, I had more reasons to be at your place, to be with the Supremacy, but I didn’t?”
She is right. My sister died because of me. I should’ve never become a Supremacy’s soldier, that led to Emilia’s death.
I’m sorry for being the man I am. I became one of them in every aspect. I raped god knows how many women, I probably have - at least - two children. I’ve killed thousand of people, but always in the back, like the coward I am.
Whatever the Supremacy tries to do to you, please don’t let them. Don’t let Marylin die in vain. Fight. Use her as your symbol.
I’m guilty of so many things, but the biggest of them is my ignorance. I could say I’m sorry thousands of time, but it won’t bring back Emilia, it won’t erase the fact I raped women, and it won’t bring back Marylin. I’m guilty of my stupidity; I’m guilty of being me.
There is not much to write. I’m not as good with words as Marylin was.
I hope my death will be relieved to some of you; I know it is to me.
