he has a steady hand despite drinking the most out of us all. I don’t know how her does it, having his mind clouded by an outside force but I suppose it’s his way of coping. I certainly don’t make life easy for him and I feel guilty about it at times. I am not immune to the whispers around the halls but what I do know is that Moblit knows how to take care of himself. He wouldn’t have survived this long if he didn’t and I wouldn’t have picked him as my right hand. He certainly wouldn’t have stayed with me for so long.
And he is more than just an assistant. Moblit understands my need to talk about a theory a thousand times if it means finding just a small note that could help us. Most importantly he bounces off ideas with me. There aren’t many in to Corps who do so, in fact I could count them on one hand. I am incredibly lucky to have Moblit on my side and even if I don’t show it, I realize it every day.
scribbled underneath, smudged, barely intelligible writing written in haste and with intense emotion.
His shouts annoy me! Yes Moblit I know, I know what I’m doing you don’t have to tell me. I’m alive aren’t I? of all the thi—
No, who am I kidding? Moblit, bless him, plays a role in my survival. I’m not going to give him all the credit, I pulled myself so far but as paranoid as he is, he does make sure I don’t starve to death, or drop dead because I didn’t get the sleep I need, or burn the entire headquarters down. There are things he needn’t worry about but it’s his nature.
I am grateful for Moblit, even if I don’t always show it. I suppose I could hold my anger back when around him but I’m just too comfortable to realize.
