Jack of Harts

I am Kathleen Reynolds’ number one fan. I couldn’t tell you how many times we’ve gotten together since War’s End. She has a nose for trouble, and we’ve hit it more times than I can count with a whole box of crayons. She’s a perfect battle buddy, and I trust her at my back any time the bullets fly. We’ve gotten into situations way too tight for our own good again and again and again. I’ve patched up her sucking chest wounds, and she’s held my leg in place while it healed. We’ve held each other together when everything else was falling apart. And sometimes we didn’t make it out the other side. We have died together, and we will again with smiles on our faces. I know because I’ve seen the footage. I would happily live or die with her, and that has taken us through situations nobody should expect to survive. Even people like us.