gift: A snowdrop flower, pressed dry, and a smaller raven feather, looped onto a string like a phone charm.
Dear Riff. Dear Rindo,
I see so much of myself in you. I don’t know if that’s a good way to start a letter, or not, but it’s what I’ve got, and what I’ve wanted to tell you all along. Not just Kynan - you do remind me of him, a little, but it’s watching you struggle over the weeks that I understand why you and I both fell into Marine.
It’s hard to face oblivion, isn’t it? It’s fucking terrifying. Feels like it follows you all over the place, dogging at your heels. Even when you’re not thinking about it, you’re still thinking about it. About how fucking lonely it could be.
I don’t know - I didn’t tell you as much about my position as I could have. I’m not dead, in that sense of the word. I am, but I'm not. Somewhere stuck in between. And the thing that scared me about it the most was how far I’d be from the people I loved. How fucking lonely I’d be. Your struggles with what awaits you are ones I’m all too familiar with, and ones I wouldn’t wish on anyone, let alone someone like you.
I know it’s so fucking hard to take those first steps into something you know is going to be horrible. And it’s never not going to be difficult, but I more than anything else hope that there’s a light waiting for you. Even if it’s small, if there’s a pinprick of light and hope, I want you to take it and fucking run for it, no matter what it is. You’ve done so much moving forward. Don’t stop now. Even if every step of it is hard, don’t stop.
Especially because you aren’t alone. We’ll still be here - I’ll still be here. I told you, I’ve got a special condition or two that might let me come to you, might let me find whatever fuck put you into that situation and wring their neck, remind them why you should never mess with death. I can’t solve your problem, and I can’t bring back what you lost, but if I can help you find closure, then I’ll do it a hundred times.
I’m thankful that I got to meet you. I said half as a joke that you’re like my family, but really, that’s something I don’t joke about. You are. Like a little brother I’ve never had - you matter to me. Every conversation we’ve had has mattered. Every time you picked on me for no reason, every time I picked on you. Every marathon of weird games and your shows and laying around in your home doing nothing mattered. I count every single one of those experiences as something I’ve been lucky to have.
I apologized for breaking your trust that first week, but I’ll apologize again, here. I’m sorry. Thank you, for finding it in your heart to forgive me. For opening up to me. You didn’t have to do that, and you did. I treasure you, Rindo. I love you, I treasure you, and I promise you, I’ll do everything in my power to be there when you need me. (And maybe sometimes when you don’t. I’ll reach out when I can. Can’t promise I won’t be annoying.)
I don’t have to remind you that time is short. You know that better than anyone, so I won’t.
Instead, I’ll say this - I’m better for having met you.
Gift: Tucked into this letter is a snowdrop flower and a raven feather strung through an earring.
Dear Bass. Dear Fret. I’ve tried to write this letter a couple times, but I haven’t really gotten to put the words down on paper right. I’m going to try. Bear with me.
I think the next time I see you, I’ll look different. It doesn’t mean I won’t still find a way to see you. Might just be a bird. But I made you a promise, and I intend to keep it. That’s the funny thing about being dead: time works a little differently for us. I think the Raven Queen might let me come in and fuck up someone who’s fucked up your lives - your world - a little if it falls under her sacraments, and I intend to make good on it.
You’re such a good kid, and I’ve enjoyed every second we’ve gotten to spend together. You’ve got such a big heart, and it does me good to just hang out with you. Makes me feel like a big kid, myself. Part of why I got so attached. But I think part of it is that I see a part of me in you, too - maybe saw it the most when you broke down on us after Metie died. Feeling numb like that is so hard to get past, but I believe in you. I know you’ll keep moving forward. Just try not to forget about yourself in the process, either - you’re just as important. You matter just as much.
Emet’s about ready to tear your fucking world apart to make sure you’re safe. I don’t know what I can do, but I can tell you that I’m gonna keep that promise, and we’re gonna see each other again. No matter how, we’ll find a way. You’ve got a whole bright fucking world to teach me about. I want you to do me a favor, and keep that big heart of yours the way it is, alright? Keep loving the people in your life as much as you do. Keep being a light. And when you don’t feel like being one anymore, then fucking tell someone, and let them help you. Stubborn.
You’re like family to me, kid. I’ll keep a piece of you with me always - and I’ll be watching. I’ll be around. Keep an eye on Riff. And - on Emet, too. If I can’t make it right away. He’s gonna need it.
We love you.
I love you.
I’ll see you soon. Keep an eye out for ravens. Love, Vax’ildan. PS: Chinatsu has bad taste.
Gift: A snowdrop flower in a small pot, and the small amber token of the Raven Queen’s mask.
Dear Shale. Dear Caduceus, Feels a little strange to write you, knowing that we’re going back to the same place. Maybe that makes this more significant. Maybe less. I don’t know.
Over the weeks I’ve been here, I’ve been thankful for your company in more ways than I’ve let you know. You really are a good listener, but it’s more than that. I think - back when I first met you, even, I think I must have known that our lives are connected. Maybe not in ways we would have expected, but they’re connected nonetheless: your family’s connection to Her means it makes sense, that I was drawn to you. Something to be said by a smarter man about life and death, maybe, but I’m not that poetic.
You were there for me in a moment when I felt like I lost my place, after I fought so hard to find it, and I’ll never forget that. It’s why I tried to return the favor, even a little. You always understand my point of view. I wanted to understand yours, too. You’ve got that same light that Pickles does, that I always admired out of her. Your friends are lucky to have you. Exandria’s lucky that you’re in it.
When you get back home, maybe I’ll see you again. When you’re ready to touch that moment and pass on, She will be there, and it would be an honor, for me, to be the one to take you to her. Until then, if you pray to her - if Melora won’t mind - maybe you’ll see a raven come your way. Fate’s got a funny way of finding people.
I’ll watch over you and your friends the best that I can. In exchange, if you ever hear of my sister, or any of the rest of the members of Vox Machina, give them your best. They’re good people. I think you’d like them.
Gift: an amber colored whetstone, warm to the touch.
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
Gift: A black raven feather, with two blue beads hanging off of the pin, and a snowdrop flower.
Dear Percival, Of all the letters I’ve got to write, this one feels like the hardest. You’ve always been kind of hard to talk to. Not - not really, but… we’ve been here before. I’ll try to keep it brief.
Your time is different, maybe - you’ve still got a few years with me around. We still have a lot of things to do together, as Vox Machina. And not. We’re gonna save the world over and over - gonna kick some ass and fuck things up as a team. I’ve told you before that I’m not gonna tell you much of our future, and I meant it.
Me leaving’s gonna happen no matter what. So - this is a goodbye letter, from the future. Maybe it’ll impart something on you to take back.
You are my family. Everything we’ve been through here just solidified that. You told me not to trust you, never to fully trust you - sure as shit showed that hand here, too, even if it wasn’t your fault - but, I’ll spoil you a little to tell you you earned all that back. I do trust you. I trust you with Vex’ahlia, who is the most important thing in the world. I trust you to make sure that she’s going to be happy, and loved, and never lonely. I trusted you here, with me. Fighting with me or just trying to figure out the mysteries of this place - there’s no one here that will ever be as close to me as you are. Ever. It has been an honor. It will always be an honor.
Have a little more faith in yourself. You’re a good man. I’ve always thought that. Even after everything we’ve been through, that hasn’t changed. I admire a lot of things about you, and I always will. (Don’t get too cocky, though: you still do plenty of things that make me want to punch you in the nose.) When I said it could’ve been us, in another life, I meant it.
Try to stop blaming yourself for things that are out of your control. Try to let go, a little. It won’t kill you. Holding on might.
When you get back, you’ll be coming back to us. And then? We’ve got a wild future ahead.
I’ve been lucky to know you, Percival. I’ve been lucky to call you one of mine. It has been an honor. It will be an honor.
Keep an eye out for ravens. I love you. Vax’ildan.
Gift: Two black raven feathers, a snowdrop flower, and a charm shaped like a raven's skull.
Hades. Maybe of all these letters, this one feels the least like goodbye.
That’s sort of hopeful of me, I think. It might be too optimistic, but the Raven Queen has been kind to me in ways that are unfathomable, and I think maybe she’ll be kind in this way, too. You can’t imagine how surprised I was when I learned that your station was so similar to my own - there is not a single person in Exandria that is still alive that can relate to the stories that I’m going to have to tell.
But to hear about your job and your life - well. It brought me a little hope, in that maybe the oblivion I promised myself to is going to have a little bit more company than I thought.
That’s not really why I’m writing these letters, though, so, I won’t ramble.
These are sort of like my last words. I did the same for Vox Machina as I was getting closer to dying. I don’t want to be someone who does anything with regrets, or leaves things unsaid. I think you probably know that - I think I’ve made it clear - but I’ll say these things again.
So. You came out of fucking nowhere. Somewhere along the line, I tripped and fell into it with you, didn’t I? Feel like I blinked and you blindsided me, like you were supposed to be there all along. You said that I’m unexpected, but we’re mutual in that, too. I’ve loved a lot of people. Feel like I’ve been lucky, to be loved in return. This is one of those times, where I’ve made a space in my soul that belongs to you.
You told me that your friend reminded you that the love in your heart is what makes you you. I agree. It’s my favorite thing about you - that under that crystal surface of yours, your heart’s as soft as mine. I like hearing about your view on the world. I like seeing how much you care. I like watching you with Bass. I like it when you get flustered. I like you.
I owe you my thanks, for supporting me one way or another over our time here. (Sometimes literally.) And… for letting me in, too. You didn’t have to do that. I’m glad you did. Thank you for the send off. Thank you for letting me get to know you.
For you, Hades, it’s not goodbye.
It’s see you (and your friends) soon, isn’t it? Writing that’s making me grin at this piece of paper like an idiot. That’s embarrassing, but I can’t say I’m ashamed.
You usually cut me off when I ramble. I’ll cut myself off, this time.
gift: Tucked into this letter is a single black raven feather, and a necklace shaped like a raven’s skull.
Sneaky, Feels wrong to address this to you by your name. Isn’t that silly? Maybe it’s because I gave you this nickname, the first weekend we met - maybe because I knew even then how important you were going to become to me.
I’m not someone who takes family lightly. There’s no one in the world that’s more important to me than my sister, after all, and Vox Machina has been my family when I hardly had one at all. You, though, Vin, you fit right in with them. There’s a place in my heart for you that is for no one else.
I know how hard this is going to be for you. Everything you’ve told me, everything you are: I know that me going’s got to feel like a punch in the gut. But I think I’ve told you before, too - a life worth living is one that’s full of love. Losing people is a part of loving them. It’s much more terrifying to go through things alone.
When you go back home, to your crazy plan, to your world without flowers, to the people who love you, I want you to remember that you aren’t doing it alone. I know you said that people shouldn’t have to be remembered, but before I met you, I wasn’t even sure if I even wanted that. I thought it’d be easier if I disappeared. I know now it’s not.
I do want you to remember me. I want you to know I’m never far away. Even if it’s across worlds, or across time, or from the living to the dead, I’m never far away from you. If you look, you’ll find me there. I can do a lot of things, as her Champion. It might keep me busy, and I might not look like you want me to, but I’ll make my way over to you.
I’ve got a couple last requests. Selfish of me, I know. But, a guy doesn’t disappear from existence every day, so, I hope you’ll listen to them.
First one: I want you to hold onto the people you love, as tight as you can, for as long as you can. Do it for me, alright? Tell them you love them. Tell them how important they are to you.
Second one: If there’s some way for people to travel to each other, I hope you’ll come to visit Tal’dorei. Even if I’m not there. Find Percy. He’ll take you to see Vex. I think you should meet each other. I think she’ll adore you. I know she will.
Last one: More than anything, Vin, I’ll fucking beg you if I have to - let yourself be happy. You deserve it. You deserve it so fucking much.
My life has been changed irrevocably by you. You are my sister. I will never, ever, ever forget you, Vin, and I will never be that far away. Keep an eye out for ravens.
Gift: A small bear plush with a blue ribbon tied around its neck, a black feather hanging from it, and a snowdrop flower.
Dear Kitkat, I think you’re one of those people that anyone would be lucky to know.
The more time that I’ve spent with you here, the more that I feel that way. There’s something about your presence that is just so fucking soothing - I think it’s just because of the way you take care of people. Especially people who really, really need to be taken care of. People like me, who maybe aren’t that great at taking care of themselves.
You remind me so much of Pike, sometimes, and not just because you’re a doctor. I feel at ease talking to you the way I feel talking to her. That’s not always easy for me to achieve, so - it matters. It means something. Not only that, but, you’re also just one of the strongest people I think I’ve met. With all the shit you’ve been through, you are made of fucking steel, and I know you’ll never forget that, but it’s worth a reminder, too.
These are, more or less, my last words, so I hope you’re okay taking a little advice. You take care of everyone… so I hope that as your new life carries on, you’ll let people take care of you, too. Your friends fucking love you. (And so does Chang Geng. Congratulations, by the way. I’m not sorry for the teasing, or for the push in the right direction. Hah.) Let them love you, alright? If nothing else, do it for me.
You took care of my family - I will never, ever, ever forget that. If you go to visit Percival when this is all said and done, then, I hope you get to meet my sister. She’ll fucking love you. Maybe say a prayer to the Raven Queen while you’re there. You might be surprised what it could get you.
Thank you, again. Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for forgiving Percy, and, hell, thank you for caring about Percy - and about me, enough to try and protect me when you thought I might’ve lashed out. Thank you for watching out for Ruby. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I’ll stick with my own advice, here at the end. I love you, doc. I’m leaving you with a little piece of my family. Named it Trinket, so. You’ve got a special trinket of your own. Take good care of it?
Gift: A potted snowdrop feather and a sachet of seeds, as well as a large black raven feather.
Dear HP, You told me yesterday that you didn’t want to say goodbye. Maybe it’s selfish of me to write these letters, but maybe it’s a little nicer to do that, too - at least it’s a memory to live on with, right? I think there was a while when I didn’t want to be known, and I didn’t want to be remembered, but I’m not sure I feel that way anymore. Spare me so I can say goodbye.
You really surprised me, you know? I liked you from the start - you remind me of a paladin that I know, the two of you’d get on fucking famously - but I wasn’t sure we’d ever really get to be friends, or that we’d have much in common. Imagine my fucking surprise.
Writing this letter to you makes me think about faith. Course it does, right? I was fucking terrified of having any, for most of my life. I thought I’d devote myself one way, and then had that choice taken away from me. It turned out to be right, but it makes me think about you, and the life you chose to live. Devoting yourself to a god, any god, makes a big impact on your life, doesn’t it? Having the choice to walk that path on your own can give you guidance. I think you’ve given me a lot of guidance, too. I don’t know much about your god, but I think they’d be proud of you, for the things you’ve done here. Faith is patient and kinder than I really thought it was; faith recognizes your mistakes and helps you up after them. I hope you’ll be as kind to yourself as your god would be.
Thanks. For letting me lean on you. You said some stuff to me that meant a lot more than I think you realized. I appreciate how honest you are, how - even if you’re a little shy (hah!) you’re open with the way you feel about others. We’ve got that in common, too. And more than once, you showed up and told me exactly what I needed to hear: can’t thank you enough, for that.
I hope you succeed in your mission. And - I told you a few weeks ago, when you’re ready to cross over, it’d be a fucking honor to be the one to guide you there.
… I’ll be around. Keep an eye out for ravens. You might be surprised.
Thank you for everything, HP. Love you. Sincerely, Vax’ildan.
Gift: A black cloak with red trim. Pinned to the front is a pin shaped like a snowdrop flower, amber colored, and a black raven feather.
Dear Rubes, I think sometimes it feels kind of cruel not to leave without saying goodbye, but I’m a little bit of a coward, and - I don’t know. Feels like I should be leaving something of me behind, after everything we’ve been through, so maybe this letter can stay with you longer than I can.
I wanted to say thank you. I know you’ve been through it, even though you’re young - and though you really shouldn’t have to be that way, I’m grateful for it. Not because you’re strong, but because you’re still you. I think that’s inspiring. I’ve seen the way combat and war and trauma can break people, turn them miserable and despairing, but your light is so fucking strong that it seems like it’s barely ruffled your feathers. You’ve been there for me in moments when I needed it - I hope I could have done the same for you, too.
It’s been an honor to get to know you. You’ve come to feel like family to me, Rubes, like a little sister. Thank you for looking out for my family as much as you already have. Can I selfishly ask you to look out a little more? Look out for Vin, especially. I know she’s going to need you, after everything. Write each other. Tell each other you love each other. Do it for me, if nothing else - but I don’t think you need the reminder, do you?
I love you, Rubes. Thank you for everything. Keep an eye out for ravens - I might be around more than you think.
Love, Vax’ildan.
PS: Always thought you had the best taste in clothes. Hope this cloak serves you well.
Dear Marie - and dear Wicked, too. Feels like I should be writing you two separate letters. Maybe I shouldn’t, though.
Watching you leave us the first time was hard. I got pretty attached to you, no matter how you’re feeling at the moment, or which of you I’m talking to. They’re both a part of you, even if you feel like they shouldn’t be, even if they cause you pain. I’m gonna try and keep this brief, but - I’m about to disappear off the face of the planet. Spare a dead guy his last words, yeah?
To Marie, specifically: You’re a strong person. Always stuck out to me. Thank you for letting me teach you, and for letting me look after you a bit. I wish I could have done more - I missed you, while you were gone. You told me in your last moments you want to feel hopeful, so I hope that you’re able to feel that - and I hope that your last moments are a long, long way away.
To Wicked, specifically: I’m glad, more than anything, that this place brought you people to love, and people who love you in return. That matters, you know? Friends, romance, whatever. Love matters. You deserve to be loved. You’ve got a lot of good people around you, now, people who’ll have you no matter what happens. Hold onto them tight.
And to the both of you. I know I fucked up with the meaning of your flowers, back then, but I’m stubborn. Like I told you then, snowdrops at home are the first sign of spring after a cold winter. They’re sympathy, but more than anything, they’re a representation of hope. That’s what I’ve got for you. A hope for a bright future and a life full of love.
Love you, Marie. Love you, Wicked. Thank you for everything.
Gifts: Yasusada - an amber colored scarf, and a raven feather. Kashuu: A snowdrop flower fashioned into a hairpin, and a raven feather.
Dear Yasu. Dear Cash. Felt right to write you two in the same letter. Figure whatever I write, you’ll end up sharing with each other anyway, so let’s cut out the middle man, huh?
To make the long and the short of it - this letter’s my goodbye. I’ve danced around it a couple times, but if it’s not obvious, I’m history by the time we get out of here. I’ve accepted it. Then again, I know you two would, also. Sometimes you’ve got a duty that has to be done.
Yasu: After that first week, we were pretty much stuck together like glue, huh? We went through the fucking wringer. I think a lot about that very first door we walked through, even now. I think all of us could stand to learn a little something from you. The way you treated Kagemaru saved our asses - because you handled it with kindness, instead of… well. I was ready to stab its little eye out. I’m glad I didn’t.
It’s funny, because we’re both Marine. I don’t think I would’ve guessed it at first, but over the weeks, I saw it in you, too. I know you don’t know what it means to be human, but, I think you’ve got a better idea than you think you do. It’s been an honor to get to know you - and even though the apartment was kind of lonely after all of that, at least it came down to me and you. Thanks, for being my roommate. Thanks for looking out for me, over and over. You’re a good person. Fucking great weapon, too, I’m sure.
Cash: Cash, I am so fond of you. You little fucking weirdo. You’re such a joy to be around - even if you’re spoiled rotten, you’re so good. Just like Yasu, you’re better at being a person than I think you even really know. You feel the same way I do, you know? Wildly, sometimes. Passionately. Some people would say that’s a weakness, but I don’t think so. I think the way you control it is something to be admired. You’ve really been through hell in this place, so to come out of it still as yourself means something. I promise I’ll get that punch in for you for Dreamer - thanks for talking shit about him with me all the time. Thanks for just being there with me. And… thanks for looking out for me, too. Even if it wasn’t me you saw on that last trip, it still was. It means a lot to me know that you cared that much.
It’s been an honor to get to know you both. Thank you for everything.
Sincerely, Vax’ildan
PS: Keep an eye out for ravens. You might be surprised.
Gift: A snowdrop flower and a black raven feather.
Birdie - It feels kind of funny to write this letter, knowing you and I are about to go do the same thing. We’re always doing the same thing, huh? Couple of fucking birds flocking together.
I’ll keep it short.
I’ve been lucky to meet a lot of people. I feel like I was lucky to meet you. If there’s a person in this prism I could call my best friend, it’d be you, Birdie. Thanks for living it up with me for just a little longer. Let’s go out of this place with a bang, huh? No regrets.
I won’t harp on that advice to you either, because I think you took it well enough. Say all the things you meant to say. Maybe I’ll see you on the other side. Imagine all the fucking trouble we could get into, there.
Gift: A black raven feather, and a simple pendant with an amber dragon scale.
Dear Estinien, I’m not sure how much you’re the type for sentimental letters, or if you’ll even read mine. Some things are easier to say like this, I think - not that I’m really the dishonest type about anything, but, I’ll say it anyway.
… We’re so similar. Aymeric told me a little - about what happened to you. What’s going to happen to you, I guess. I had to stop myself from laughing. Not that it’s funny, that kind of shit’s never funny, but… how fucking similar we are, right down to the end. Crazy.
When I leave this place, I’m gone. Gonna disappear from mortal view and existence and spend my life with the goddess of death as her Champion. I’m not angry about it, or sad about it anymore, really - I’ve come to accept it. But I had the time to come to that, and this place reminded me of it.
Since you’ve got the same thing, I’m gonna give you some advice. I know you don’t want to hear it, probably, but, hell, they’re my last fucking words, cut a guy some slack and read them.
Make sure you tell the people important to you how important they are. Honestly, while you can. Doesn’t matter who they are - let them know. I know you, I know you’re gonna go out swinging, but don’t forget about that part, either. That’s kind of what I’m doing with these letters - making sure I get a chance to say goodbye.
So I’ll hold up on it on my end, too. I care about you. I understand a lot about you, in ways that I don’t know if other people really ever will - so, I'm sorry for being a pain in the ass, but I'm not, really. I’m sorry that you had to lose everything that way, and I’m glad you got your revenge, and I hope you found closure with it, too. I know that grief like that never really goes away - that you just get better at handling it - and I’m glad you’ve got Aymeric to help you with that. You’ve got the rest of the people here, too. You’re well loved, if you’ll let them in.
If your shards were real, then I’d believe it. Stick in the mud as you are, maybe a little part of me’s you. Maybe it’s the same the other way around.
Glad I met you, Estinien. I wish you all the best of luck. -Vax’ildan
Gift: A small plush of a raven with a blue ribbon looped around its neck. A real raven feather hangs from the collar.
Dear Metie, Of all the letters I’ve written, this is the one I saved for last. I think because I don’t even really know what to say - or even where to start. I’m going to try, though.
Truthfully, I haven’t told you that much about my life. Or… really, what’s to come after it. I’m dead, at home, sort of. I’ve got a position a bit like Emet’s, but it’s a little different. In short words, it means that I’ll never be able to interact with anyone again - at least, not until they’re dead. Before you get sad, though - I don’t want you to be sad - I want you to know that I chose this. I chose it, and I won’t look back, because I did it for love. For my sister.
So, these letters are something of a goodbye, but they’re my last chance to be remembered, too.
Metie. My little bluebird. I’m so fucking proud of you, do you know that? You’ve done so much, here. You’ve been through so much, but here you are on the other side. Still blue feathers. Still shining. Still bright. I thought about you every day when you were gone, because losing you broke my heart. Truthfully, I’m not good at letting go of things that I love - that’s why I’m the one who’s leaving this time.
I’ve been so lucky to get to know you.
Thank you for everything. For every ‘emotional hug’, for every song. For getting the chance to fly together, small as it was. Thank you for relying on me. If I could help you just a little while you were here to cope with some of the pain that you went through, then I think I can go happily, you know? No regrets. Just the hope that the people I love, people like you, will thrive when I’m gone.
I’m leaving you a couple of little presents to take back. I woke up with this little doll when I got here. ‘m not sure why it was shaped like this, but, I think it’d be nice for you to have, so you know somewhere - there’s always a raven watching over you, Metie. Always. Even though I’m gone, I won’t be far away. Sing me a song. Maybe I’ll find a way to listen.
I love you, Metie. Thank you for everything. It’s been an honor to know you. Love, Vax’ildan
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RINDO.
FRET.
CAD.
EI.
PERCY.
EMET-SELCH.
VIN.
SU JIUQING.
HOT PANTS.
RUBY ROSE.
MARIE.
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KASHUU & YASUSADA.
Kashuu: A snowdrop flower fashioned into a hairpin, and a raven feather.
CROW.
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ESTINIEN.
METEION.