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✉️ delivery.

[begot]

[ A few days after things return to (relative) normal, an envelope finds its way to Cassian's door, containing a piece of pale blue card stock upon which has been written, in Amy's neat, looping hand: ]

Dear Cassian,

I know you won't be around to read this for a little while, but it still felt important to me to write it now. I'm sorry for what happened to you. I'm sorry it happened even partially on my account. I wish it hadn't happened at all, any of it. Thank you for your kindness. I hope you come back soon.

— Amy

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[aldhani]

[on monday evening, after cassian has returned (and slept for a long time), had a chance to read her card, a message finds its way to amy's phone.]

How are you feeling?

[begot]

[ The message comes as a bit of a shock, despite the fact that she's known, on a theoretical level, that it'd be coming — that she'd hear from him again eventually. ]

i think that's what i should be asking you.

[ A beat, and then: ]

are you alright?

[aldhani]

It can go both ways.

[an attempt to keep things lighter for a stranger. or near-stranger now, he guesses.]

I'm alive. And much warmer than I was.

[begot]

[ It's funny — telling, in the way that all non-answers are, when she's guilty of doing the same thing, herself. ]

i'm glad. really.

do you need anything?
if i'd gone through what you had, i don't think i'd leave my room for a week.