Dear Twitchtip,
You were amazing. I owe you so much. Not just for me and Ares, but for Boots and Temp and Luxa and Aurora. The way you got them out of the Labyrinth - they're alive because of you. I should have gone back to make sure you were ok.
And the way you hung on in that whirlpool - you were so strong, literally and - that other way too. I forget right now what that word is. But you're that. Strong in spirit. The other rats shouldn't have treated you the way they did. The humans shouldn't have either, but I think they know that. You were one in a million. Right up there with Ripred. I would snuggle to sleep with you anytime, anywhere, in front of anybody.
We could share all my secrets. Even the ones I'm not too proud of. There are a lot of them. Wish you were here to talk to. You could tell me a thing or two about myself, like why I'm so mad all the time now. You were never scared to say it like it is, and I really appreciated that. I needed someone to lay it all out there for me, let me know where things stood. It's stupid the way the rats thought you would talk to others about their secrets. You would never do that. You didn't about mine. I trusted you. You were the best. You shouldn't have died.
You shouldn't have died, but what I mean is, I should have said all this before you died. I should have kept you from dying. What good is a Warrior if he can't even do that? Even if it would have been hard to rescue you from those rats. I eat hard for lunch. I should have at least tried, no matter what anybody says. You're worth it.
I always liked you,
Gregor
