We talked about my former husband Sanders, and then the man I married, William T. Faith. She apparently wants to open an investigation into his dealings with us rim rats. After all, he did kill and also was getting ahold of weapons that even in his position as an agent, he should never have had. Funny how all this comes to light now. I have mixed feeling about helping her, but at the same time, I have to protect my unborn child.
We also talked about Sanders, and even Sentry. I continued to let her believe that Sentry is dead. Better all around that way. He needs to stay save, and she doesn't need to deal with the moral dilemma of whether or not she should bring Sentry in when she knows he was framed. I worry about when her mind is going to pop. For now, we keep are still friends, and I wish that there was something I could do to bring her over to our side. Yet, at the same time, she is my only window into the mind of the Alliance. The only contact in the know that I can trust. Despite the fact that my men don't trust her, we were roommates, and friends. That doesn't get lost when we're on other sides of a very bloody war.
