Lettre pour le héros de Mortecime 7

They're on to me. I'm on the run.

I'm low on juice, and not in the best of health. I just began to realize I might not make it.

No matter what happens, I'll go out with a lot of noise and fuss. If I have to make a sacrifice, just do me one last favor, and make sure the gesture isn't wasted. Sounds gloomy, but I need to say it.

I hope we can look back on this someday as our greatest adventure. And if not, then drink a flowing glass at each occasion in remembrance of me.

Vatasha/Josian