S.C.U.M.

Ads, I’m trusting you to tell the others goodbye for me. I know you won’t agree with what I’m doing, but I feel like it’s the right thing. I’ve tried again and again to make up for my mistakes, but I’m not sure redemption is something that’s truly possible. At least not here. So, I’m going to make a life in the other world. I’m going to be a brother to my brother, a son to my dad. And I’m going to tell Emilia, “yes, we’ll work on this.” I’ll cherish life and overcome my trauma and be the good man there that I was never able to be here. Don’t be bummed. I love you all. Even Harcourt after all that fucked-up, cunty bullshit she did. But I don’t belong here. (…) Love, Chris and Eagly.