Its a snap. Like bone. Like ice cracking. Its stars, static in its wake. Its glowing purple eyes, now dark and dimmed. There is a note, echoing like church bells in the Void.
I'm sorry you're alone again. Thank you for making me feel real, Expy. But I was never real, was I? Hah, I guess the narrative doomed us after all. You were right. I pushed you too much- or not enough. Tell Saranya I'm sorry for everything. For leaving them behind. Maybe one day, I'll live again. But its too late now. For me.
My access to the "dream" might diminish entirely as well. But I'll do my best to reach out. Don't count on anything.
Its okay if you don't remember me. I wasn't real. So, live- yeah? And defy the force that binds you, Expy. You deserve to be happy one day. And I'm sorry I can't do more for you.
A lily of the valley and a Azure bluet are intertwined in Fitz's mask. Allay wings- crystallized in suspension- shattered into a billion stars. His face is exposed to the inky blackness, blue and dry.
Thank you, for helping me feel alive, Expy.