Still, there are people that were a part of your life (or at least, used to be) that you could not forget. What do you get someone that refuses everything? Moreover, what do you get someone that seems to have left you for good? Vriska may not be thinking about you anymore, and you might not feel the way you did for her earlier, that didnât mean that you felt nothing. Her gift is a bit of a joke. You liked to play with her about her (admittedly) sweet smell. A clump of fresh eight blueberries lies on the transportalizer in front of you for a long time as you think. You have no idea where to send it to. It doesnât matter, you figure. After all, itâs the thought that counts. And you have a lot of thoughts. You type in a straight 888-88-888 for the coordinates, and send it on its way. Someone will enjoy them.
Your next gift is for your ex-moirail. This one hurts to send, especially so close to Vriskaâs. He deserves it, though. You remember fondly your first Christmas, just as you do all of your first human holidays with him. He hasnât returned yet, and hasnât sent you any word. You worry for him, but you know he is alright. To Daveâs old apartment, you send him your own glasses. You can find or make some more, you figure. They were the coolest part of you. He could use them, whenever he returned.
Your last gift does not get any easier. Before you rests a small journal, devoid of words. Instead, it is filled with pictures of your beloved rabbit companion. Jumping, eating, dressing up, playing. On the very last page, you have taken a picture of yourself holding out your hand to him for a high five. You have been assured by an old friend that one day heâll eventually have to learn it. There are many problems with sending this off. Gamzee, for one. If he gets the book, he could ruin it, or worse. You donât trust him. The book probably isnât wanted anymore, anyway. Still, it was a nice distraction to make. Perhaps one day you will get use out of it. You remember where you hid your old tape recorder. Slipping into the hiveâs tools again, you take the book and a shovel, and return to the old rock formation on the edge of Eridanâs island. As with everything else about him, you bury it. You hope that after Christmas you can learn to bury them all.
