Abrogation

Sticker and I had our plan, and surprisingly, it went off without a hitch. They got Fishbowl and I out within minutes of “threatening” me. We actually took a stowaway with us- someone who introduced himself as Ronan. Sticker took us to the Static Realm, and that’s where I am now. I was introduced to the people at the front of the rebellion: Anna, Vicky, Ingrid, and Eden. I can’t honestly say I know too much about any of them, but they all seem a lot stronger than I am- physically and mentally.
Anna is the face of the rebellion, and naturally wanted to get all the information that they could from me, since I was Caesar’s right hand man. I’ll spare the details, but… Anna’s a little scary when they’re fired up! What’s important is I told them about my ability. Not in too much detail, but enough. They told me that I was going to help the rebellion... reconnaissance missions, basically. I tried to tell them that I can’t do it too much or I risk my own safety, but I don’t think they cared… Anyway, I’ve been travelling between the Static and Pizza realms once a week since Anna talked to me.
I try to avoid Caesar. It’s hard, honestly. If you don’t mind me rambling for a little…
I miss him. I don’t know what it is. I’ve told you before that Caesar and I have a strange kind of relationship, but I don’t know if I really explained that. Caesar felt like a breath of fresh air to me. I mean, he was the first person to talk to me in over five years, of course he’s going to be a breath of fresh air, but there was really something different about him. Ask anyone around me and they’ll laugh and say that I have a crush on him, but… God, I don’t know. Maybe I do like Caesar. Or maybe I don’t. Maybe the isolation had more of an effect on me than I thought. I don’t know, and that’s the worrying part. I’ve never been the best and explaining my feelings, and I certainly didn’t get any better while I was completely alone.
I guess it doesn’t matter right now. I’m sure it isn’t “healthy” to “bottle up my feelings” or whatever Vicky called it, but right now I have to. I don’t have time to be weak or fragile. I’ve got a job to do and people to help.
I know you aren’t going to see any of this, Caesar, but I feel like I should say something to you anyway.
If you’re feeling the same as me- whatever this is- we should talk about it. Figure it out together.
Or maybe we shouldn't. I don't know anymore.