let's do this

Lukas,

I’m...not sure how this is supposed to get to you. I'm not even sure why I'm writing this. You died. You've been dead for months.

I’m probably the only person in the world who would write a letter to a dead man. And yet, I’m still doing it. Here’s to hoping some spirit-magic-or-whatever-the-eff somehow sends this your way.

Matt and I are okay- mostly. We stayed together, and we got out (along with Berwald and Tiina, long story), but we’re still stuck in the Earth Kingdom for the time being. We’re trying to make the most of it, but it’s not always easy, for obvious reasons. We’re headed North- can’t say where, just in case this ends up in the wrong hands, but you know me. You could probably guess. I still need to get a bit fixed up, and since you and Dad are gone...yeah.

I think I know why you left home. You were looking for Matt, weren’t you? For us. Why'd you have to go and do that? Why didn't you stay home- stay safe?

I know you couldn't. I know it's not like you. I know you'd never be able to stay home if you thought we were in danger. I get it. I probably would have done the same thing but… I wish you hadn't. Maybe you'd still be around, that way. But you did. It killed you.

And, you missed, by the way- by half the continent. What, like- five times? Good job. 

You probably helped a lot of people. People like us. I know. But it doesn’t make the fact that you’re dead hurt any less.

We miss you. A lot. Everyday. I think you kind of broke Matt. He’s pushing through, but he hasn’t really been the same. Then again, neither have I.

I miss you, Lukas.

Hope the afterlife is treating you well. Maybe it's kind of lonely, so I made you Owl to keep you company.

Happy Winter Solstice, Lukas. Goodbye.

Your friend,