This is the result of boredom and an over-active imagination.
This is set after StWaOES, in case anyone's wondering. And there might be a few spoilers, so don't read if you haven't finished past that book!
Disclaimer: I don't own this, JP does. You should know this by now.
Warning: Possible suckiness/OOC-ness below. You've been warned!
Dear Max,
I don't know when you'll get this letter. Maybe tomorrow, maybe in five years, maybe never. But still, I have something to say.
You see, I have a confession.
I have never wanted to save the world.
Wait, wait, wait. Before you come and strangle me or something, at least let me finish first.
Even after the world was saved, even after Itex defeated, I still had my doubts. Had anybody come up to us, the Flock, and nicely asked us whether we could save the world? Had anyone ever given us a choice? All we had were the words and encouragement of the Voice and Jeb, neither of which we were sure could be trusted.
Before we had split up, I had argued with you for the safety of the Flock. But I had left for my own pride, and nothing else.
There was another reason why I didn't really want to save the world.
After all, what did we owe to it? It was the world's fault that we had grown up in dog cages, being experimented on. It was the world's fault that Iggy was blind, that you wouldn't trust anyone in authority, that Angel had experienced things that that no six-year-old should ever experience. It was the world's fault that we could never, ever live a normal life. What did we ever owe to the world?
Why should we help something that has only given us fear and hardship? Why should we risk our lives for that?
But you know what had given me the determination to help you through with saving the world? The Flock did that. You heard me right.
Nothing is as encouraging as seeing a six-year-old and a twelve-year-old have fun, laughing with each other no matter what they had endured in the past. Or watching a blind guy make bombs and practical jokes with Gazzy. Or just seeing you.
Yes, you Max.
You're the one who had given me the most strength help save the world. To help you through with finding safe places to stay. To be your right-wing man.
The rest of the Flock may have had some influence in that, but you were the one who had helped me the most.
You're never going to see this letter, aren't you? No, I'm too much of a coward for that. The most you're going to see of this is of ashes in a fire, I'll make sure of that.
Anyway, it's nice to have some secrets within the Flock. And some secrets are never meant to be told.
Fang
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