Beloved.

I knew you once, so intimately.

You probably chortle at my ridiculous start at a letter. Not a letter. A thought.

Though it is true. Your body was as personal to me as my own, and the moments we spent together laying upon your nest were the happiest I had. 

What do you think of me now? Do you think of me?

It has been eons since we have lain together. I am no longer corporeal, and you are a shell of the bright light that drew me in like a moth to a flame. 

You think me miserable, do you not? You must think I spend my days with fresh wounds marring my body. 

I do not.

It is a strange, floating feeling. I do not exist, and yet, I do.

Sevias, Xien and Wuzei hold a piece of my soul, my bedraggled warrior’s spirit. I do not miss it much.

You hold my love, my hope. The flowers you care for, blossomed from where my blood had spilled, so long ago. They contain a piece of me. I’m sure you already know.

You’ve always been the cleverest of your kind.

Intelligent, beautiful. Your eyes always sparkled when you thought.

They don’t sparkle anymore.

Sevias plans to attack soon. I don’t know when. I only hear whispers.

I hope that you somehow heed my warning, my beloved, for it is due to our soul bond that I have not been dispersed into the universe, and I pray that our soul bond shall let you hear me.

War has scarred your mind. I pray that the scar does not cripple you. Do not let your guilt stop you from protecting our home.

Signed,

Ker-Nikii, Childe of Before, Promised to Genesis, Worshipper of Life.