Hey Rumi. I know you can't hear me, but can you stop crying already? It really doesn't suit you. At least get angry like the hunter I first met. [sad laugh then sigh] Look, we both know what happened wasn't your fault. So don't blame yourself. In fact, you were the one who saved me, because of you I remembered what it felt like to be human for the first time in 400 years. I was able to feel something other than shame and torture... something I can't quite explain. I guess the closest word I can come up with is "freedom".
I've been thinking for a while. Which, I guess is all you can do when you've been inside a sword for four months. Or has it been five? It's hard to keep track of time in here. Anyway, I remembered when you said "The funny thing about hope is that nobody else gets to decide if you feel it. That choice belongs to you." So don't lose hope. You're stronger than I could ever be. You'll get through this, and I'll be right here beside you every step of the way.
You don't need to worry about finding a way to free me. You've already done that, and giving you my soul was my choice. A choice that I willingly made for myself and to protect you. So focus on your music, protect everyone you can, and do something about those ridiculous teddy bear choo choo train pajamas. Seriously. They make you look like a five year old.