I lusted after you. I never loved you, or maybe a small wild part fell for you the first time
I saw you. But I did want you.

And now, as I fly with Jean in eternal freedom, I can't help but wonder about you. What you
are doing, and who you are killing. If you heard about my death and felt a small amount of
remorse. If the animal in you came out in grief, and you massacered that day.

You might know about how I died. I know that you can't possibly know. I died in my own way.
Not in a blaze of glory or shame, but a silent way, in a field, surrounded by the nature that
I loved for so long. I had the virus. I was the only one, and it died with me as a drank the
hemlock.

Sabretooth, I know that a tiny portion of you felt love for me. And for that one moment of
caring, you will be granted entance into heaven. And then you can join me, and we can be free
for a short while.

Storm