My dearest Mina,
It has been nearly eighteen months since we last saw one another. Whether or not you made it out of the blast zone is still a mystery to me. I'm sure that you would have tried to contact me by now if you were alive, but I'm more than willing to give you the benefit of the doubt that you are simply unable to establish contact, should the breath of life still reside within your capacious lungs. All I desire is to see you again.
I miss you more than any words in any language in the history of all civilization can describe, my dearest Mina, my Songoose. I miss, deeper than any being can fathom, how we used to go down to the lake and talk for hour upon hour about whatever happened to enter our minds. I miss your harmonic, angelic voice -- the sound of which could mitigate the most bitter of hearts, or soothe the most inconsolable of heartaches. The voice, which could make flowers bloom and birds sing thousands of miles away. My heart aches every time I imagine your gorgeous, smiling face. Your alluring visage could make the very stars themselves twinkle and shimmer. My heart cries out when I think of all the time that has been lost, all the time wasted with you absent from my side. I miss you more than I could describe in a quadragintillion letters, and more than I could speak in a quadragintillion years.
If I ever get a lead pointing to your survival, I will follow it without vacillation. Even if I must travel to every corner of Mobius, every nook of the galaxy, or the end of space and time itself, I will follow the lead wherever it goes. I will fight any adversary, oppose any army, and overcome any obstacle if it constitutes your safe return. I will not falter, I will not faint, I will not give up. I'll always be here for you, my dearest Mina.
Sempiternally and lovingly yours, Tails.
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