Dear Steel. Dear Ei.
I’m not sure how much the type you are for sentimental letters. Somehow, I feel like that’s wrong. Still, these are my last words, so, I’ll try at least to keep them brief.

Thank you for all the stories you told me about Makoto. It meant a lot to me to learn about her - especially at the beginning, when I felt so lost. Broke my fucking heart, to think of forgetting her. I know now a little what that feels like - the Prism snatched Vex’ahlia’s memory from me more than once, and it made me want to tear the place apart with my bare hands. I can only imagine your torment in a similar place.

… Still. Thank you, for being vulnerable with me, too. Fighting with me. There was a minute I thought I was going to have to - you know, I really thought She sent me here to deal with you.

I’m glad to see that wasn’t the case. You’ve grown. Even just in the past few weeks, you’ve grown a lot. Feels sort of cocky to say that to a god, but, hey. Never stopped me before.

Because of your position, maybe I’ll get to see you someday again soon. Ought to introduce you to Her. She could teach you some things, too - you could be friends. I think she’d like that. I think you deserve it, too.

It’s been a pleasure, Ei. Thank you for everything.
– Vax’ildan