I don’t know if I can face you again. Maybe it’s cheap of me to give you a letter like this, but I don’t know if I can talk to you anymore. It hurts.
Since we spoke in the dining car, I’ve been thinking a lot about everything that happened. All those times you were there for me. Everything you ever did to help me, and make me want to live. The fact that you kept all my secrets, at least as far as it mattered to me. Do you know why I started to suspect something was wrong about the things you’d said to me? It was because Felix told me the same thing after his trial. He told me to do what I had to to survive. It sounded so much like the things you had told me that I was really freaked out, for a while. I kept telling myself it was a coincidence, because you could never be like that.
I don’t understand you. And that’s my fault. I’ve barely known many people, and I haven’t been alive long at all compared to the rest of you. So maybe it really wasn’t fair of me to tell you that you didn’t care about me. I think you were telling the truth.
It’s so hard to figure it all out in my head. I’ve never met anyone like you before. I hope I never meet anyone like you ever again.
For a while, I actually wished you were my real family. The family I never had. Thinking about the times we talked makes me want to cry. I probably shouldn’t tell you that, because you might just find it funny. I don’t really know. But if you didn’t care about other people, you wouldn’t be so devoted to Will. I don’t know what you did to him, but you definitely care about him. That much is obvious. So maybe you cared about me, too.
I loved you for everything that you were to me. And in the end, I really am grateful for what you said. I don’t know if I would have decided to live my own life without your help, but the fact is that you did help me, and here I am. But I loved you for who I thought you were, and who I thought you were was never real.
Did I ever tell you I have the ability to travel between worlds? I can’t remember if I did. But it’s one of my powers. Once this is all over, I’ll be able to go anywhere I want, for real. I don’t think I want to find your world. The chances that I might end up there without already knowing where it is are pretty slim. But there was something I wanted to tell you that I think you might appreciate.
If I ever found your world, and if I ever found you and Will again, I’d kill both of you with my bare hands. That’s a promise, Hannibal. Maybe then I’d finally understand what it was like to have blood on my hands.
Please take care of yourself. In a weird way, I still want you to be happy. Will, too. Though, at the same time, it scares me to think about what happiness might mean for you.
I’ll never, ever forget you.
-Xion
PS: Will, I'm sorry.
Since we spoke in the dining car, I’ve been thinking a lot about everything that happened. All those times you were there for me. Everything you ever did to help me, and make me want to live. The fact that you kept all my secrets, at least as far as it mattered to me. Do you know why I started to suspect something was wrong about the things you’d said to me? It was because Felix told me the same thing after his trial. He told me to do what I had to to survive. It sounded so much like the things you had told me that I was really freaked out, for a while. I kept telling myself it was a coincidence, because you could never be like that.
I don’t understand you. And that’s my fault. I’ve barely known many people, and I haven’t been alive long at all compared to the rest of you. So maybe it really wasn’t fair of me to tell you that you didn’t care about me. I think you were telling the truth.
It’s so hard to figure it all out in my head. I’ve never met anyone like you before. I hope I never meet anyone like you ever again.
For a while, I actually wished you were my real family. The family I never had. Thinking about the times we talked makes me want to cry. I probably shouldn’t tell you that, because you might just find it funny. I don’t really know. But if you didn’t care about other people, you wouldn’t be so devoted to Will. I don’t know what you did to him, but you definitely care about him. That much is obvious. So maybe you cared about me, too.
I loved you for everything that you were to me. And in the end, I really am grateful for what you said. I don’t know if I would have decided to live my own life without your help, but the fact is that you did help me, and here I am. But I loved you for who I thought you were, and who I thought you were was never real.
Did I ever tell you I have the ability to travel between worlds? I can’t remember if I did. But it’s one of my powers. Once this is all over, I’ll be able to go anywhere I want, for real. I don’t think I want to find your world. The chances that I might end up there without already knowing where it is are pretty slim. But there was something I wanted to tell you that I think you might appreciate.
If I ever found your world, and if I ever found you and Will again, I’d kill both of you with my bare hands. That’s a promise, Hannibal. Maybe then I’d finally understand what it was like to have blood on my hands.
Please take care of yourself. In a weird way, I still want you to be happy. Will, too. Though, at the same time, it scares me to think about what happiness might mean for you.
I’ll never, ever forget you.
-Xion
PS: Will, I'm sorry.