If you're reading this now, Triss, I'm probably dead or worse. Yet even beyond the grave there's something I need to say, something you need to know.
I almost told you when we kissed in that thunderstorm. I almost told you after we blew away that goat with the rail spike crown, the one who crushed a Honda Civic with his mind and flung it at me on fire.
You're a great sniper, yet you weren't assigned to my unit because of that.
Triss...your father is Fox Mask.
They say he ascended when your mother died, there before her grave something changed in him. He became...different. The car accident story was a lie.
Should you have exhibited certain signs I was supposed to kill you.
I saw them several times, in crisis after crisis. The calm you showed, the way you seemed to suppress emotion even when your life or mine was at stake, it steadied your paw and let you make impossible shots. It made you such a superb killer, yet it was also a risk of you becoming one of them.
I couldn't though, wouldn't. Because I love you.
Strange, as things turned out new orders came down from the brass. Fire with fire. Of a sudden a new strategy emerged: Ascendants of our own. I'd kept quiet about the signs, defied my orders, yet they were watching us all along.
They could have killed either of us at any time but they chose to wait. To see.
And now it seems, if they've given you my letter, the moment has come.
You may have met a certain cheetah recently. He's rough at first brush but you can trust him. He'll have your back. Believe me, I know. He was there for me in Six, when the world seemed like it would end. He's hard to get along with in civilian life yet you'd know as well as I that doesn't really matter. Brash at a bar isn't the soldier in a bloody trench when the bombs are falling.
Lastly, don't let whatever happened to me haunt you. It's the last thing I'd want. Live your life dammit. I know it hurts, I know you're wishing it was different, I know asking this is unfair yet:
If you still love me keep fighting and do the best you can.
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I almost told you when we kissed in that thunderstorm. I almost told you after we blew away that goat with the rail spike crown, the one who crushed a Honda Civic with his mind and flung it at me on fire.
You're a great sniper, yet you weren't assigned to my unit because of that.
Triss...your father is Fox Mask.
They say he ascended when your mother died, there before her grave something changed in him. He became...different. The car accident story was a lie.
Should you have exhibited certain signs I was supposed to kill you.
I saw them several times, in crisis after crisis. The calm you showed, the way you seemed to suppress emotion even when your life or mine was at stake, it steadied your paw and let you make impossible shots. It made you such a superb killer, yet it was also a risk of you becoming one of them.
I couldn't though, wouldn't. Because I love you.
Strange, as things turned out new orders came down from the brass. Fire with fire. Of a sudden a new strategy emerged: Ascendants of our own. I'd kept quiet about the signs, defied my orders, yet they were watching us all along.
They could have killed either of us at any time but they chose to wait. To see.
And now it seems, if they've given you my letter, the moment has come.
You may have met a certain cheetah recently. He's rough at first brush but you can trust him. He'll have your back. Believe me, I know. He was there for me in Six, when the world seemed like it would end. He's hard to get along with in civilian life yet you'd know as well as I that doesn't really matter. Brash at a bar isn't the soldier in a bloody trench when the bombs are falling.
Lastly, don't let whatever happened to me haunt you. It's the last thing I'd want. Live your life dammit. I know it hurts, I know you're wishing it was different, I know asking this is unfair yet:
If you still love me keep fighting and do the best you can.
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