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You were the first to notice Phyrra's affection for Juane, and the last to notice mine for you.

When I pushed you out of the way of that machine, I had only one regret; not telling you that I meant I loved you when I said boop. I lived. She didn't.

I saw you shatter when Juane staggered up to us, empty words falling from his lips like stones that struck and helped an already broken you.

I watched you relive everything, losing our second home, our second family. I lost all that too, and I wasn't going to let you go.

I felt your disapproval when I wanted to go with Juane and Ruby to warn mistral and find the people who killed Phyrra.

But you didn't understand. Juane and Ruby were family. Phyrra was family. I had to do this, as a Valkyrie. As Nora.

I heard your sigh, saw you give me that smile. You caved, came with me.

It was hard, but nothing we hadn't faced before.

You and I both knew that the hardest thing was watching those we loved change. Throughout all of the chaos, I guess we were hoping some things would stay the same.

I saw the concerned glances you shot Juane, I shared them.

When we came to the village where the dying huntsman had laid, I saw you shift as well.

The switch was the footprint, and how I wished I could turn it off.

Then that man who came for Ruby showed up, and I saw the old you again.

We tried in that battle, both of us ended up with bruises, but we were lucky.

That man, he was standing over Ruby, he was going to kill her.

I watched you look away, you couldn't watch another person die, while I could only hold you and stare in horror.

And then her uncle arrived, and he got hurt. I remember the stories he told us, around that campfire.

They weren't good bedtime stories at all, I knew you shifted in your disturbed sleep.

Then we had to carry him, he was bleeding purple. It scared us both.

Kiroyuri came faster than we both had expected. You didn't want to go.

I felt your anger, loss, along with the tension from Juane and the situation.

I spoke up for you, took charge when you wouldn't.

I never expected a thank you. The look in your eyes was enough. That look of tenderness devoted only to me.

I was in love with you, and regardless of whether that mountain had killed me, I still would have chosen it if it meant you felt better.

I think you started to realize at that point.

Or maybe it was when we faced off with your childhood monster, the thing that brought us together.

I watched you lose control, get slammed to the wall.

I was so scared! But, I saved you, protected you.

When I was thrown to the ground, losing my aura I heard your cries of rage.

Those were for me, all because of me being tossed around a bit.

You landed next to me, and I got up, ready to protect you again.

I pulled you under a building, held you to my chest, listening to your heartbeat.

Juane protected us, and you wanted to go out again.

I remembered all the good times we've had together, and I stopped you.

You regained control, don't you remember? We beat it.

Then, the ships came. We boarded together.

I watched the ladscape, reveling in the feeling of being safe.

I felt you take my hand, and I felt my heart screech to a halt.

One look, one question, shared by two hearts and minds.

Together together?

We're in Mistral now, safe for now, together for now.

I know you'll never read this, this are my words to see alone.

You don't need to relive all this again, but I do.

I love you, so I'll let you have peace and quiet.

You've earned it.