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Hunk.
[ the paper is crumpled, and the ink changes color from the name to the body of the letter ]
Half the shit in my room you helped me build. Take good care of it and Matt; he’s gonna have to take over the software half of things…. my half.
I’m glad I met you, in the Garrison, because I couldn’t think of a better mechanical engineer to have my back.
I hope I went out in a blaze of glory or something; never did want to die old in my bed or god-forbid, in a nursing home.
And please, please, if you can, get Matt and dad home to mom. She’s worried sick, and I trust you with my life… I trust you with Matt’s life, too. Get them home. Get everyone home.
Please.
—- Pidge











