AN: This was something quick that came to me - I hope it's as sad as it felt to write. The letter is in a marked envelope, tacked onto the back of half-completed paperwork.
- Send my regards to Rufus.
Tell him we said 'Good Luck'
I suppose the purpose of a last note generally is for some cathartic revelation, an exorcism of all those things in life you keep inside as some preparation for the lifestream, the afterlife, the nothingness or whatever it is to be believed in.
I forget now, but figure... what have I got to lose?
Early on, and many years ago now, I'm afraid you became a bit of an obsession.
When Veld first introduced you to Cait Sith, I had to admit to being surprised. Apparently one of the most observant men I have ever met had never noticed my feline creation before. And after I had toyed with the little fella so often!
Truth was, I was quite unable to relinquish the insights he provided.
(That leads me to the disc) - I leave the recordings of our early adventures in the hands of the 'main attraction'. Do what with them what you will.
Though, if you do choose to watch through those parts of your life I so persistently intruded upon - try to look through our eyes. See what we saw in a man we could never hope to explain ourselves to, before now.
...I know that you perhaps did recognise Cait Sith that day. That you merely kept that recognition hidden beneath uncharacteristic surprise when my presence was made known to you.
The way your eyebrow raised as I laid my claim - of ownership - of self - crafted into the absurdity of toy-maker, spy and stalker? Let's just say, The Turks are not the only ones capable of observation.
I often wonder if you had me figured out from the start.
But, as I anticipate never to lay eyes on you again, whether by machine or in the flesh (has that ever mattered?) and knowing you will not come to my side...
Forgive me for this stubbornly held fantasy of a dying man.
I loved you, Tseng.
And I want to draw my very last breath with the belief that you did not know.