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I love you. Please come home, won’t you? Won’t you come back home for me? I’m sorry. ( Please say you love me too. )
( My Angel <3 He means everything to me and more, and I wish to become someone worthy of reciprocation.. I apologize for being so absent lately dear. )
( Ah— who? Oh! They must know me from my published work. It’s a little embarrassing I must admit. I spent much of my time in the end, yet I don’t think I’ve talked to them. )
( Another great mind amongst the crowd I see! Quite the prosperous fellow as well! Cultivating such a fine establishment is no easy task! I have respect for the winged one. I could learn a thing or two from the magics he prospers.)
Sometimes I catch a longing glance. I must not think too much, or too hard, about what it could mean. I don’t know them. I don’t… trust… them. ( Who are you? You scare me. My heart is pained when I am near you. I don’t like it. Leave Sage alone. Leave me alone. I don’t like the thoughts I have when you are near. )
Fsh knows him. The pretty bird with the pretty eyes. He is familiar. Fsh can't place it. It is the same with Sage. Are you her? Is she you?
Fsh- *I* don't know who it is.
I trust that if it is you, you would remember our promise.
I don't know anymore. I feel pulled towards those in Sleepy Shire. But who? *Who?*
Sometimes I catch the guard’s— soldier’s— attention. It makes me feel… uneasy. I have no ill will towards the piglin himself, though.
A pretty thing we see passing by occasionally. He causes no trouble and many of my soldiers find him interesting. We look out for him.
Of course Ozzy! C’here! Let’s go pick some flowers for Mom, hm? ( My little starling is.. my everything. I would clip my wings before I let anything hurt my little one. He is so full of life, so energetic, he loves the world. I will protect that until the very end. Little star, shine brightly for me forever. I love you. )
Can I have a hug? ( Sometimes I think he’s sad, and I ask him for a hug! It’s actually to make her feel better. Don’t tell him though! Then she’ll be sad again. Oh, but that means we can hug! I like dad’s hugs! )