Congratulations on your milestone! You deserve every single one of your followers, love 🧡
I don’t have a request cause I don’t wanna bother 🥺 but I just wanted to say how incredibly proud I am of you and your writing. You are so talented and so sweet, I’m really happy I got to meet you 🙏🏼
Thank you so so much! This is so very sweet, I'm very happy to know you too. So I know you weren’t requesting anything, but as one of my dearest friends on here and as someone who has supported my writing from the start, I wanted to write something for you too. Buckle up though because this one is going to make you cry…
My darling,
I have no way of knowing whether or not you will receive this message, but I know that it is necessary for me to try. I am certain that you think I am deceased, because it seemed highly improbable that anyone could survive a fall from that height. However, it appeared that fortune was on my side as I did not fall to the bottom of the chasm, but rather to a large ledge. I sustained only a broken arm and minor bruising. Nonetheless, my luck only went so far as I was found by a squad of stormtroopers. They have brought me to what I believe is a secret, experimental medical facility. My injuries have all healed now, and physically I am back in peak condition. Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for my mind. The researcher here is experimenting with a new machine that is designed to manipulate the mind and create false memories. While at first, I was spared the typical effects that I saw in my fellow captured troopers, I can tell that the supposed ‘treatments’ are beginning to have an effect on me. I have memories and emotions that are not congruent with what I know to be true. I confess that at times I do not know if what I remember about an event is accurate. There is one constant that I cling to, my memories of you. I know that the memories of our love and our time together are real. When I picture your beautiful face and remember the touch of your soft lips against mine, I know that I have known joy. Even now as I write to you, it is the memory of your voice telling me that you believe in me, that you care for me, and that you will always love me that is keeping me from giving in completely to this mental manipulation. I am trying to escape and considering all avenues to succeed in fleeing from this hell. Every night as I sit in my cold cell I tell myself that I will find my way back to you. I will never stop trying to get to you. You are my guiding force and the key to my sanity. I hope that this message reaches you and I hope you will know that I am alive and that I still love you. I will always love you.
You don't chase a rogue spectre across the galaxy for several months to save intelligent life from the apocalypse without realizing a few things about yourself along the way.
I tried to experiment with my style with this comic. Please forgive the sketchiness. I'm trying to make less important comics faster.
Rex: Today I realised I'm old
Cody: What happened?
Rex: I fell in the mess hall and instead of laughing, Fives came running to see if I was ok
Cody:
Rex: I saw fear in his eyes