THESE CHARACTERS DON'T BELONG TO ME. THEY BELONG TO THE CREATOR OF HOMESTUCK. IF THEY DID DIRK (BRO) WOULD STILL BE ALIVE.
You fucking idiot.
You can't be dead, you're too /cool/ for that. You have a son; you can't /leave/ him like that. Of course you have to do something as 'ironic' as dying like that. Killed with your own blade, you dumb Strider.
I remember the old days, before you were stabbed through the chest. You never really flirted with me and I always knew you had a 'thing' for Jake. Fuck, you were in love with him, why deny it? I was so happy when we got together, it was like a dream. Even though you still carried your flame for /him/… I was never really sure if you loved me, I was afraid of the answer. You never said it to me, and I never said it to you when I wasn't wasted.
I still remember when I asked what you though it would be like if we had kids. You answered with that irresistible Texan accent, "Inconvenient mostly. Two little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringing up anybody." You were right, but not about everything. What a shock huh? You did a wonderful job with Dave. You may not believe it but you really did, he's so much like you. Right down to wearing stupid shades and carrying around a sword 24/7. I screwed with Rose. I really fucked up with her by not being around and drunk all the time. You were right about one of us not being a good parent.
Our kids are playing this stupid game that you most likely knew about, jackass. I bet you knew you were going to die from it too. You started the scratch that pretty much saved Jake and Jane's kids and ours. Stupid cool, ironic, laid backed, know it all, if you knew so much, why didn't you save yourself? I couldn't do anything for them, not a single thing! Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT! I finally get sober for a bit and you fucking DIE. Just like Jane and Jake…after they died nothing was the same. We split because of that, worst time of my fucked up life. We always had different ways of coping with our emotions. I got wasted and you had you poker face and sunglasses. Because back then and even now…I still couldn't, no, /didn't/ tell you not to go. I was either too drunk or wasn't there. Dirk, I loved you, love you. Is there even a difference now? I always have and always will for the few moments I have left.
I'm an alcoholic, a bad mother, and hopelessly in love with you. That sums up my entire life. But…I'm glad for it. I may have died a pointless death, but at least the kids are doing okay… There are many things I want to change, but the only thing I want to change more than anything, is to be able to tell you when I'm sober. I know it's selfish, but it's true. I just wish I could've told you and hear you say it back to me.
I love you Dirk Strider…
...I love you too Roxy Lalonde...or should I say Roxy Strider, since you were too drunk to legally change your last name back.
Either way…I love you…