An Apology
It should have been me. That blade was meant for me. Not Eight. He shouldn't have died. I didn't deserve his sacrifice. I'm not as callous as the others think. I can feel, too. And right now, what I'm feeling is this huge fucking weight on my chest. He wasn't just another of my species; he became my friend. Marina probably hates me now, too. I saw that there was something between them, but I opened my fucking mouth and screwed everything up. I'm sorry, Marina. I'm sorry, Eight. I guess I'll just shut up from now on. I'm sorry.
A Promise
I don't think the searing pain of the scar that burned itself into my skin when you died will ever fade. Aside from Ella, you were the only Garde I felt comfortable opening up to. Now you're gone. You took the blade that was meant for Nine. I don't hate him: we're still on the same team (but it's less of a team without you). I miss you. But knowing you, you wouldn't want me to grieve. You'd want me to pick myself up and continue fighting the Mogs. And I promise you, Eight, I will continue fighting. For you.