You are my hope, Agnés. You are my ray of hope.
It seemed cheesy at the time, so random and weird to say out of the blue.
But I hadn't realised what I would go through with you. You became... Well my hope? Again weird and cheesy. But still. I felt like... If you were still alive and fighting. I was. You were my motivation. I mean you were the vestal so if you died well the whole Crystal thing, our whole journey would have to end. But it was more than that. You weren't just the wind vestal to me. You were my friend. You are my friend. And even though we live in separate parts of Luxendarc... You're still my hope. I still... I know you blame yourself for what happened. But the blame doesn't just lie on you. It lies on all of us. We were stupid. But we righted our wrongs and we corrected our mistakes, I don't know if you will understand. I've never been good at writing. Words, they are perfect in my head but when I try to scrawl them onto the page... That's irrelevant. Maybe one day you'll read this and... I just want you to forgive yourself. You are my hope, my motivation. And... This might seem weird. But you're my love too.
And well. I don't really know what's going happen. To me, to you. But don't blame yourself. None of this is your fault. It's ours. We should have- Anyway I might never see you again. But you'll survive. Promise me that. Whatever happens live your life to the fullest. You have all these followers now, in Anchiem and all over Luxendarc. You've got Ringabel and Edea too. I hope, you never need to read this, but I'm glad that I have this to leave with you.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. This is not your fault, I repeat not your fault. Not yours Ringabel or Edea's. To you, to Ringabel, to Edea I thank you from the bottom of my heart you guys brought me on this crazy adventure and though we've lost dear friends we've gained new ones. I hope I can see you guys again. But if not. I'll miss you. I'm sorry. But as long as you live, Agnés my hope does.
Agnés crumpled to the ground, the note clutched tightly in her hands.
"What does it say?" Edea asked.
Agnés didn't really want to hand it over, it felt private, like it was meant for Agnés alone, but she handed it over to Edea and sobbed on Tiz's chest.
Her hope was gone.
