You don't look like you have any friends.
I'll be your first friend, kid.

My name is Emilee.


She was a dog.
I wonder if she ever knew we were one and the same.

Her whole life, she was a dog.
Made to bite those she was told, and not to question it.
To be her father's daughter, and her mother's mirror image.
In the end, I guess it was obvious she'd turn out how she did.
My sister, my sister that I never got to have.

She was going to bite me,
and she was going to bite her handler.
I wonder how it felt,
being bitten by someone else's dog?

What were her last thoughts?

Do dogs even have thoughts?
Sometimes, I don't.

My whole life, I've also been a dog.
Collared and leashed.

First it was by the foster home I was in.
I'd sit and stay, roll over, shake. 
As long as I got to have a home, and food.

Then, the Army.
Follow orders, bite the ones they put in front of you.
Don't feel anything when you've got your teeth in a man's throat.
They're an enemy to progress.
Whatever, at least I had money.

Now, the Family.
Kiss the ring. Rob the bank.
Kill your husband.

Blood is thicker than water.

I'm a good dog, though.
Very good.
It's easy these days, when there's so much gold.

So easy to be a good dog.

If only you thought it was easy, too.
Goodbye, sister.