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I've been spending more time away from the den, mostly due to the pumpkin vines running amok. However, I believe the real reason is that I have nothing to do with the Pack at all. Most if not all seem to shun the hospital, and I seriously doubt they'd set foot in Ashagi for help. No, most choose to stay within the comfortably toxic ruins.

During a discussion atop a ledge, I think I finally saw my place in the Pack family food chain.

Medic.

That's it. If anything other than a "Yes" or a response to remedy an ailment comes out of my mouth, it's disregarded. Ayr is planning a large scale journey to Leviathan in the mainland as well as taking ideas as to what the Pack could do for a living. I tried hinting that maybe developing technology that could be sold might work. Pool together the minds of the Pack to create something as the Pride has learned to do. That seems to have been shot down.

As for the vine problem, Dirk wondered why this was not happening through the city. So far the vines seem be content with the ruins alone..just like most of the Pack. I've been looking into that very thing for weeks now. Ayr did mention a desire to get a researcher from a pharmaceutical company to check...what am I then?!

Even when I did report a summary of my findings, no one batted an eyelash.

Dax and Gareth decided to scope things out before the raid since neither was familiar with Levi. I gave them warnings, tips, and a bunch of other tricks that I'd learned after commuting there an an almost daily basis. However...it was just a waste of my vocal cords 'cause they ignored every word. No one even asked why in the world a hybrid like myself even knew any of this. It was unnecessary information.

But if someone gets shot after picking a fight with a marine...

"Help! We need a medic at the den NAO!"

...pathetic

Thank you.

Only then am I in focus. Only when someone's bleeding do they notice me. No one's even asked if I'm coming on this expedition to the mainland, yet all around me were texts and conversations of the others making preparations and doing reconnaissance.

Why do you try so hard for these people anyway?

I owe them.

For what?

For taking me in. For letting me be a part of the family.

I repeat my earlier question...

I'm not sure of a proper answer. In the hospital, my opinion matters, or at least someone listens then tells me if I'm right or wrong. In Ashagi, I do what I want. Research, create, and develop what I want. Intellect is rewarded. not just with payment, but with praise. I know more now than I did when I arrived here several months ago.

That's not the case within the Pack.

A military background has more meaning than a degree. My intellect means I'm not a fighter.

After all the gun and knives are just for show.

My medical knowledge says I'm not good at gathering information for missions.

You become friends with a lot of folks when you're treating them at the hospital.

...or when they are clients at the laboratory.

My integration with the city means I'm further away from the wilder Pack members with no possibility of knowing what it's like to scrap for one's survival. I'm too young to know what true struggle is.

I just learned all that stuff by magic.

There's no possible way that I might have lived through shit for the past 20 years

Nope...not at all.

Something like that spell it out, love?

You say it so eloquently.