Dear Edward,
As I write, I am sitting beside Maes's grave. I thought, on this last night before the Promised Day, I owed him a visit. Silly as it sounds—I know the dead can't hear me—I wanted him to know I'm following through on what he was killed for. Maes's death was not in vain, because now we are prepared and ready to fight. Just as he would have wanted.
Even though it still hurts to think of him, being here bolsters my resolve. It's one thing to say, "I fight for my country." But it's another to put names to that. Tomorrow I fight for Lieutenant Hawkeye, for Maes's memory and his surviving family, for my team, and…for you.
My heart is trembling with a battle anxiety I don't think I've experienced since the beginning of that mess in Ishval. And also with a strength I have never known before.
May that strength flow in your veins, too. I'll see you tomorrow, Edward. And again on the other side of all this.
Yours,
Roy
