I stared down at the letter she had written, with time passing by quickly, the paper started to smell less like her and was becoming more creased from my reading it over and over, as if something new was going to be revealed on the page. Even through our fight, she was as darling as ever, caring over the patrols, giving me her final notes on weak points and other things that would need to be done. Finally, she invited me to visit her, leaving me information on her location.
Guilt wracked me, I wasn’t sleeping well. I hated that I had left things as they had been. Even if Calliope was willing to forgive me. Even going so far as to write that in her letter. She forgave me. She understood why I wanted justice. She just wanted to be important to me too. The latter part killed me. I chased her
