Epilogue- The Letter
Dear Legato.
I.. I don't know how to start this letter. I think it's rather strange to write a letter to your dead lover anyway, but then again, weird people do weird things. I hope you're happy. I guess you already know, but it was Knives killing you. When you laid there, on the square, dead, he stepped forward and said 'Am I still a coward?' I'm ashamed for what I did after that. I was just so angry, so sad, I took my gun and shot him.. in the leg, his weak spot, but of course, you know that. He isn't dead. He lives with us, and.. and it might sound strange, but I like it.
I can talk with him, about you. I'm surprised how little he knew about you. For instance, he doesn't know you like hot dogs. We talked. A lot. But.. but it's different. I love my Brother, sure. But I love you more, God I love you. I can't help but think, where are you now? Are you happy? Are you sad, do you cry? Do you want me? Do you miss me, like I do? Questions without answers.
I took your body to Cathy and Dirk. You're buried in the forest, on the place we made love. It was a truly beautiful, small funeral. There weren't much people, but I had the feeling all of your servants, the gun-ho guns were there. Knives thought that too. Maybe you were there yourself. Maybe you're even with me now, while I write this letter, on the place your body lies. Maybe, but I don't know it. I doubt I'll ever know something again.
So little time. If I knew.. you knew. If only it had been me. But well, we had been separated anyway. I briefly think of killing myself, just to be with you. But, like some stranger I now don't know anymore ever said 'I strongly disapprove of suicide.'
I miss you. But I believe you when you say that we'll be together someday. You knew so much more than I did, maybe things I don't know. No one knows. No one ever will.
I'll stay strong, Knives says 'for your memory' Because you were, are, strong. I now even more respect you, knowing all of the things you've gone through. Sure, I had some traumatic things myself, but it was nothing compared to you. Nothing compared to this. You have a place in my heart, next to Rem. If you're up there, go visit her. I think you'll like her. And one day, I'll be with you. And her. And we'll be happy.
Happy End.
Until then, stay strong. I'll be.
Love, Vash.
Dear Legato.
I.. I don't know how to start this letter. I think it's rather strange to write a letter to your dead lover anyway, but then again, weird people do weird things. I hope you're happy. I guess you already know, but it was Knives killing you. When you laid there, on the square, dead, he stepped forward and said 'Am I still a coward?' I'm ashamed for what I did after that. I was just so angry, so sad, I took my gun and shot him.. in the leg, his weak spot, but of course, you know that. He isn't dead. He lives with us, and.. and it might sound strange, but I like it.
I can talk with him, about you. I'm surprised how little he knew about you. For instance, he doesn't know you like hot dogs. We talked. A lot. But.. but it's different. I love my Brother, sure. But I love you more, God I love you. I can't help but think, where are you now? Are you happy? Are you sad, do you cry? Do you want me? Do you miss me, like I do? Questions without answers.
I took your body to Cathy and Dirk. You're buried in the forest, on the place we made love. It was a truly beautiful, small funeral. There weren't much people, but I had the feeling all of your servants, the gun-ho guns were there. Knives thought that too. Maybe you were there yourself. Maybe you're even with me now, while I write this letter, on the place your body lies. Maybe, but I don't know it. I doubt I'll ever know something again.
So little time. If I knew.. you knew. If only it had been me. But well, we had been separated anyway. I briefly think of killing myself, just to be with you. But, like some stranger I now don't know anymore ever said 'I strongly disapprove of suicide.'
I miss you. But I believe you when you say that we'll be together someday. You knew so much more than I did, maybe things I don't know. No one knows. No one ever will.
I'll stay strong, Knives says 'for your memory' Because you were, are, strong. I now even more respect you, knowing all of the things you've gone through. Sure, I had some traumatic things myself, but it was nothing compared to you. Nothing compared to this. You have a place in my heart, next to Rem. If you're up there, go visit her. I think you'll like her. And one day, I'll be with you. And her. And we'll be happy.
Happy End.
Until then, stay strong. I'll be.
Love, Vash.