Mother orders me to train Ember.
I do as I'm told.
Mother tells me to teach Ember to drive.
I do as I'm told.
Mother tells me to keep Ember under guard.
Of course, I do as I'm told.
But being this genderconfused freak's partner? When did Mother even begin to think I'd like it?
Hello. I am West. If Ember's said anything about me, it's a lie.
I know I should be a better person than this, but I really think your dear Ember needs a wake up call as to how to act amongst people.
You see, in a partner I need to know where loyalties lie. Maybe it's with us, or maybe it's with Salome. I mean, I respect her, but who knows what they did together. It could be with David too, I was passing by the room one time after one of their punishments. I could have sworn I'd heard moaning. Or Swan, I mean they did spend the night in a hotel room after all...
Or it could be Tau, or Theta or those runners it keeps
sleeping with emailing to, or maybe even that son of a bitch Moriarty.
Speaking of Moriarty...
I'm not the only one who looks at the kid differently after she gets shot in the head and Ember... Ember doesn't even get a bruise. Maybe they were told to leave the kid out of it. And why is that? I wonder... But most of the backers liked the freak, so I cannot really complain too much about it.
Urgh... Zi, I'm supposed to call it "zi."
Ember's always been pretty quiet since I met her. (Zer?) And since that little mess with Swannyboy and one of our backers died, zi has been chattier. About how it kills people, especially teaching the guys. As such zi's not been blogging so much and it looks like it's up to me to blog for our dear Bender. (Get it? It's a pun because Ember's a such fucking robot sometimes. A paranoid android?)
So here you go, your first glance at the poor sod who landed a partner just as likely to slit my throat as fuck me. (Not that I'd ever want to, don't know what kind of runner cooties I'd catch.)
Hey... I feel better now I've vented. I don't talk much in real life, this is pretty sweet. I might make a habit of it.