3.5 Spoilers!

This will probably be the only chapter in this series to take place after 3.5 (saving that mess for Blood for Blood)


Its Valentione's Day. Yda pauses in the doorway of Papalymo's room, chewing her lip.

The bed is made; messily and not to his standards. He used to always make his bed; perfectly. Yda had tried to match it. She could almost hear him berating her now. When will she ever learn to clean up after herself? Did he really have to teach her everything?

Laying on the bed is a crumpled note — written and rewritten many times. Yda chews at her lip, hand lingering on the doorknob.

Look. Papalymo, I've never been good with words. That's your job. But I want you to know, I won't let what you did be in vain. I promise. This time, I'll make you proud. I'm done hiding. Done running. And I'm starting with this: I think I love you. I'm not running from that anymore.

Beside the letter is Yda's mask. Broken, worn and loved. As she is. Yda finally shuts the door. Her hair has grown and she leaves the room behind. She leaves the Scions behind. As she walks out of Mor Dhona, she looks up. The sky is bright and it's not the moon.