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It is with absolute horror that I stand in front of Harrison and utter these words. But beyond the horror, beyond the fear, there is a hopelessness that fills me. I do not know where Isabella is, and even if I did know, would I then be able to rescue her. It feels that she is gone from me; she cannot be gone from me. She is safe; she has to be. I will find her, and I will rescue her.
Yes, we do not leave a soldier behind; we will get our own back no matter what. And we are here for each other; someone always has your back. I was supposed to be her someone. I was supposed to have her back; I promised her that I would make sure she is safe no matter what.
But that is truly not the only reason I love the woman, and even though I am ten kinds of pissed off with her, I still want her in my life. And right now, she is not in my life; she is somewhere in another camp, and god forbid it is not a friendly one. So I need to get my ten kinds of a stubborn woman back so I can tell
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