There can be no answer but this, can there?
Let us wait for a time, you and I, in the cold and in the snow. In the dark...
...if you're reading this, then you know how the story goes, don't you? So now comes the choice: hold the crystal close that we may enjoy these moments together. Or put it away and pretend I was never a part of it. That I was never really here.
That's how these things so often go--you do your bit, only later to fill in the gaps, to piece together the picture in distant hindsight. What will your legacy be tomorrow, and the day after, and in the days after that...?
It never had to be this way. This world is exactly as we choose to make it.
I told you before you know how the story goes, didn't I?
It's been a long, strange journey, filled with all kinds of ups and downs. Your journey, to be sure, but like I wrote before, I'd like to pretend I was an important part of it.
Vanity, aye--but how can I not think of legacy, now, when we've been to the First and witnessed firsthand the lengths to which man will go to be remembered?
I want to believe--I need to believe that this was not for nothing. That I changed you for the better, as you changed me...
Time to go. I don't know when we'll do this again--if we'll ever do this again. The little trick you've learned doesn't count, you know. But even if this is our end, it won't change what we had.
I love you more than you'll ever know.
Be well.
