@stealthildan inquired ( prompt ) ; [ FINAL ]: a letter written in the aftermath of the recipient’s death, where the writer knows they’ll never get the chance to read it.
Out of the two of us, I thought it would be me being the one who went willingly with their God after death. I guess my preaching did more then inspire you to find faith in things, you died for them too. I wanted to tell you how jealous I was, yet it’s too late now. I mean, I built a temple and revived an entire religion, while you just put on a suit of armor, but whatever. As much as I’m giving you shit for it, I couldn’t be more prouder of you and I wish I could have expressed that a little more; though none of us knew how little time we had. I do wish to go back, I wish we could have done everything differently and kept you here. She isn’t my God and as much as I disagree, I respect where she stands and your choice to stand with it. I’m glad you found purpose, despite the circumstances that were hard to swallow. Not only for you.
Vex is in good hands. Percy hasn’t left her side, and they’ve become a pillar of support for each other during their grief. As for Scanlan, he’s wrote many accord of you to keep your memory alive ( enough to never let me forget ). Grog’s, you know, Grog; he doesn’t like to talk about his feelings much, and drowns them out in Ale and food. But, you shouldn’t worry about him, he has his own motives that keep him going.
Our tree whisperer has been keeping herself very busy as of late. She’s been attending to her people, guiding them where they need to go and be, while gracing us with her presence at the Slayer’s Cake every now and then. Though, she’s been quiet and shuts off when the means of your name come up. We all do. I still think she hurts the most out of the six of us, and trust me, my magic can’t heal whatever is broken. Time is what we need, and with this new era of recovery, we are blessed with it.
Now, I’m not really a writer, and Scanlan said I couldn’t just hold my own feelings anymore. I tried everything to avoid doing this, yet reaching this point of the letter has brought me a new sense of clarity and acceptance. Maybe there is a point to written word, or even journaling, but I really don’t want to give Scanlan the satisfaction of being right about yet another thing today. So I’ll leave with this sentiment; when I die, before I leave with the light of Sarenrae, I hope it’s you who shepherds me there.
