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[peacefulwinter]

Hi, this is Winter Tsukuyomi. I can't get to my phone now; I'm probably out working at the village, and I don't get great reception. If you need something, please leave a message or send me an e-mail, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. If it's urgent, please use the network, which I CAN access, or find someone who can. Thanks! (beep)

[Contact modes: phone (voice), voicemail, SMS (text/image), e-mail, physical mail, Skype (text/voice/video), network (text/voice/video, typically via phone or Kindle)]
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[peacefulwinter]

[She wasn't expecting to be woken up so early in the morning. Or rather, she would be waking up soon anyway, but this is a touch early even for her. When her Kindle pings, though, it catches her attention - because it's set to only make noise if it's important. There aren't that many people that have her e-mail address, and all of them rate that high. So she stirs, rubs her eyes for a second, and turns it on.

And her heart stops for a second. Because that's an address that shouldn't be there-

Winter bolts upright from where she's been sleeping on the couch, letting Lily have the bed until she's feeling a little less torn up. Unlocking her Kindle, she spends a long moment just... reading the letter, face blank. How did she even react to this? She feels numb, and when she finishes it, she doesn't do anything for a long moment.

Then she reads it again, and a third time. These are the thoughts that were so important that he took the time to write them down and leave them for himself to pass on if... if the worst happened. She'd already known that he wasn't part of things anymore, but this tore everything open all over again, and she can't stop tears from coming. Banagher was someone she didn't think she'd have to part with, and definitely not like this. Not when it's already too late to do anything. Too late to even say goodbye before their days washed away in the tide of memories lost.

She stays like that for a long time. Crying, her head buried in her knees, trying not to be loud enough to wake the others, even as she hears Lily's phone buzz softly. It's not fair. It's not fair, and she knows that's not something she can even use as an argument. But... he believed in her, in a very real way. She can't hate him. She knows, in her heart, she'll forgive him. She has to. How could she not? There's so much riding on her... there's so much she wants to say, that she can't say anymore.

Or maybe... just maybe, she can. Even if he doesn't remember... Eugen had a point. It's still Banagher in there, just without that power to "understand" he'd grown to appreciate. Grown to accept, with her help. And he'd come to understand her will, and her "love" in the same way. He'd helped her understand herself, and take the first step. And the second, and the third, until she could walk forward on her own as her world changed around her. She'd walked together with him for the longest time, until she could stand alone. And even as she found new partners to share that love with, and to walk into the future with, she never forgot what he'd helped her to see.

She'll keep walking. Even if it gets hard, even if it hurts. Because... that's what he'd taught her.

Slipping out of the room in bare feet, calmer now than before even if her face is still wet, remembering her key and phone at the last minute, she scrolls through her contacts, skipping past the first number for the person she wants. It's past daybreak there, so she's sure she's not going to wake him up. She lets it ring... and she hopes it's going to go to voicemail, because even if she's resolved herself, she's still not ready to talk to him yet. But... she will be. She listens to the greeting, and she almost hangs up, but... this is something she wants to do. Has to do. And when it beeps, she takes a deep breath.]