I didn’t come to talk. I came to fight. You’re even less material than I am. Which I guess makes you lucky, we both know that I’d crush you and those delicate little feelings you have. Maybe in the past, but not after all of those conversations.
Well, I’m a pacifist. So I don’t really want to hurt you. Don’t worry. You won’t.
My dearest Hope. My littlest wolf. My miracle child. What a gift to be able to leave you one last message. So please carry it with you in the years to come. I want you to know this.