help for the helpless

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The doctor is in. If you've got a fork in the road you're waffling over, your life is in a shambles, or you're a whiney wishywashy bitch who needs a good kick in the pants, write down your situation and deposit it here. Sign with anything that isn't your name. Your answer will be written up within 24 hours, and left behind the bar. Just ask for the envelope with the 'name' you signed with.

The Goddess of Discord

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Delivered afternoon

Julia

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Things change when you think they're never going to. But the same record keeps playing. It keeps on fucking happening. The way I think the world should be, it's never going to be like that, is it? Why the fuck do I even try? Why do I ever think that it could or would ever be different? I need to just fucking accept things the way they are, give up on the fucking delusions and maybe then I can be happy. Live my life like the books and the films say that it can be lived. Fucking dreaming if I think there's any other way it should be.

And I know you, this is probably the point where you're reading this and starting to put together a reply already about how I should be me and stick to what I believe in and how it gives you some kind of faith in the fucking world or some bullshit like that that you actually believe because you've come to some kind of conclusion that just because I tried to stick to some deluded higher purpose that makes me some kind of better man, rather than someone who probably should just be committed.

Would be better for you if you didn't even try. You don't get anything from me taking the moral high ground, after all. And fuck, this latest? Makes what you did look like a fucking picnic.

Since all the shit went down, I've allowed myself to trust exactly two people. You were one. Eric Martens was the other. And he's skipped town, looks of things. And it's bound to be all over the fucking papers and shit tomorrow, so this is little more than advanced notice and a warning. He confessed to it, to my cousin - he's the guy behind all this shit. 'The Tyger' as the Echo has it.

I fucking went to him for help. I'd figured out it was a veteran, and I went to him asking for help tracking down veterans in town. Looked straight past him.

Yeah, fucking 'hero cop' - that's me. Poster fucking boy for the department. And look where that gets me. Practically living here and I still come up with nothing and people died on my watch. Thought I could make it all better, that I could make a fucking difference and this is where it got me. Gave it everything and nothing. Like before, only this time there was no crooked cop out to screw me over and bury me. I did that myself. Because I couldn't see past my own nose. Because I ignored the obvious, thinking that it couldn't be. That I was a better fucking judge of character than that.

And all the while I'm being a fucking hypocrite anyway. Because according to December, his motivation was to destroy the Syndicate. And is that actually any better than what we did to the O'Malleys? Wasn't that our purpose? Sure - we never pulled the fucking trigger, but that's fucking semantics, when you get right down to it. When I gave you that evidence, when we planned that it would go to the Echo not the department, we both knew that it would be a bloodbath. That that was the only way - but does that make it any better?

I'm not that whiter than white hero cop. I'm not that boy scout with the clean sheet. I've done awful things, terrible things. You're not the only fucking... No, I won't write it, in case someone else sees this. But I know you know what I'm talking about. That fine line we've talked about before. Between what I had to do and choice. Why you're still around.

But that fucking fine line is no real line at all. It's a fucking delusion. I did what I did and I kidded myself so I could sleep at night. Stories you tell children. But stories don't make a reality. And I'm no better than anyone else. And I'm surrounded by people no better than anyone else.

The world is made up of shit and the sooner I accept that, the better.

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Brett,
First of all, shut the fuck up. I get that you've had a bad day, and the thing about Eric is fucked up, but at this point you're whining, and wallowing, and I won't have it. Not from you. So suck it up and get a grip. The world is a shitty place, yes. But that isn't news to you. You've always known that, more than most of the delusional happy assholes in this mockery of a city. Making a difference in the world doesn't make it a less shitty place, it just makes it more tolerable on some level for some people. You bother because even if you don't change the goddamn world, you change things for someone. I know, you changed what the world looked like to me, and trust me, it was a whole lot suckier a place before you got here. If that isn't enough for you, then fine. But that's why you try. Maybe you're going about it wrong. Maybe if you want the world to change for you, you need someone else to help you along with that, instead of trying to roll that particular boulder uphill.

And you're right, you do know me, that's exactly what I would say. That you doing what you're doing, you being who you are makes me feel better about the world. But I'd really rather you didn't start just accepting things the way they are, because once you do that, then you're done, aren't you. If there's nothing to go for, nothing to look forward to, or strive towards, then...you're where I was. Staring at a life that's got no direction, hoping that any light at the end of a tunnel is an oncoming train. It isn't a good place to be, and the last thing I want is for you to wind up there. And frankly, piss off with your little statement about things being better for me if you gave up your ideals. I don't care what's better for me. I care about what's better for you. Your beliefs keep you going, or they have so far. I understand right now it feels like it's all bullshit and all for nothing, but it isn't.

Besides, it's bullshit, half of what you're saying. For instance, no, people didn't die on your watch. It isn't as if you were standing guard, waiting for a killer to strike. You're entire role in the department is reactionary by definition. You aren't a guard, you're a fucking detective, and detectives come in after something's happened and hope to hell they can figure shit out before the next time. You didn't do it this time because, let's be clear here, Eric Martens is a brilliant fucking man, with military experience and know how. The idea that this should have been clearer or that anyone should have spotted it before now is pretty ludicrous at best. And apparently you only found out because he confessed, so what exactly in that is evidence that you've failed? He was a friend, so of course you didn't suspect him. If you did that it would make you a very shitty friend. It would be unreasonable for you to have suspected someone you trusted. Maybe he even did it because then you wouldn't suspect him. It's one of the very first cons you learn when you're picking up how to play someone--become their new best friend. It's what whores do with marks, they become the fantasy. It's the very basics of manipulation, and the reason it's the base line of things is because it works. You weren't ignoring the obvious, you were being a person with real feelings and friends. Not exactly a crime there, detective. Add all of this together, and that makes you a victim here, not some failure. You aren't the first person to not see someone for who they are, you won't be the last. It's the human condition, not your fault. Quit acting like it is.

Now let's talk about how it's utter crap that you'd compare what we did with the O'Malleys and what Eric's responsible for. You call it semantics, I call it an entire world of difference. Yes, the details count in this, Brett. We set people up, and we thought they'd pay a hefty price and they did. But we didn't know they would. Things could have shaken out very, very differently. And setting someone up is not remotely the same as actually being there and killing someone directly. I read the papers, what The Tyger did seems like it was pretty in depth and graphic, monstrous in nature. It isn't the same thing as putting someone in the line of fire, and trust me, I would know. I've done both, haven't I. I'll put it to you another way. It's like the difference between lying by omission and telling a falsehood. As someone who put his career and life on the line by treading back and forth with that, you know there's a difference. Someone on the other end could view the end result as the same, but they aren't. Not really. So yes, it's better. What we did wasn't hunting people down and splashing their blood all over our shoes. It's always going to be different.

You didn't bury yourself, and you didn't fuck up. You were after someone with the advantage, plain and simple. And these events don't change the past, or anything you've done in the past. You still pulled people out of a burning building, to the detriment of your life. You risked yourself, and I know you. You would again, no matter how down you are right now about things. It isn't what people say that makes you a hero, it's what you've done and who you are. It's the fact that you did throw yourself into your job again, and you are upset that you didn't catch the bad guy fast enough. That you blame yourself for people who've died. You keep trying to say you aren't that guy, but you keep proving you are, you know. You never help your own case, even when you think you've got a lock on the argument.

You've done terrible things. I'm aware. You carry all of that close to your heart, won't let yourself let it go. Actions and people aren't the same thing. Actions make up people. You've done terrible things, but you aren't a terrible person. One does not equal the other. The whole picture is far more complicated than that, and you probably know that, you're just ignoring it at the moment. A terrible person is someone who does terrible things then never thinks about them later. A terrible person is someone who gets pleasure out of the pain and suffering of others. Last I checked, you didn't fit that criteria, and nothing from your letters indicates it's changed.

Reality isn't static. It isn't some painting, where you see what you see, and that's it. If you're looking at reality like that, you're never going to get it right. It's a fluid, subjective thing. Once upon a time, reality involved the world being flat. Or dragons, or gods that threw lightning. People used to drill holes in their skulls to let the demons out. That was reality to them. Reality to you is what you decide it is. If you want Brett Land to be a place full of darkness and despair, to be nothing but futility and failure, for nothing to matter, then that's what it's going to be. If you want to be the villain (despite being surrounded by true ones) then that's what you're giong to be. To you. When I look at you I see someone else entirely. I see a different world than you do. I won't say it's a shiny place, or anything, but it's gotten better than when you last spoke to me. And for someone who was in as low a place as I was, that's saying something.

The world sucks, but it's only as sucky as you let it be for you. You're not delusional, Brett. You just want it to be a better place. Start on a smaller scale. Change one thing for the better in your world. Just your world. Where it only pertains to you and your world view. Maybe after that you can start tackling everyone else's endless piles of bullshit, but start there first.

You know where I am.
Julia