He holds 4 years of my life. What I wrote. What I saw. What I shot. And now he is refusing to give my memories back to me. He always seemed so reliable, earning my affection more than the others, keeping everything I could need in one place. Not anymore. He is stabbing me in the back, teasing me by lighting up but then failing to deliver.
We read that there was no way to get past his barriers, that opening him up was useless. We read that putting him in the freezer might work. It didn't.
Now I have to go fight with New World to get a new HD, but nothing that was on him.
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