Well, another one has fallen. Reach. Raymond Shaughnessy. Irishman tricked into believing he had superpowers. For a while, everything he knew was a lie.
He had a kid. Has a kid. ...Will have a kid. I don't know if it's a son or daughter, and I don't know if the mother does either. But hey, there's one bit of solace. Reach is gone, but his kid will live on. Hopefully. From what I hear, Robert's trying to do everything he can to make sure of that.
He was a figurehead. He was a hero. He decided that he didn't want to work for The Boss anymore, and quit in the most spectacular fashion possible.
He was also just a kid. Only seventeen years old. That's younger than me. And he and another kid were thrust into this together. This shouldn't have happened to them. This shouldn't happen to any of us.
Reach is living testimony that those of us working for The Boss are human, and can genuinely care about you guys (even if, like me, we refuse to switch sides). He showed that, even in darkness, there is some light.
Goodbye, Reach. It would have been an honor to sign you off. Too bad that librarian bitch beat me to it. Stupid cruddy connection cutting out on me.
And no, Ava, that was not affectionate teasing. You're a bitch. I understand that this sucks, yeah. But grow up. Get over it.
So to end on a more positive note, let's all remember Reach again. A brave kid in way over his head. We'll miss you, buddy. And we'll always, always remember to
-Don't Shoot The Messenger-