Vincent,

You always told me to look at a battle from every possible angle, and then make your move. But what about battles that were lost from the beginning? I know you don't believe in an un-winnable battle, but…

You once told me I wasn't a monster, that monsters didn't feel compassion or remorse, never showed mercy. But Vincent, if by some off chance I do live, I will be a monster. Any humanity left in my soul will be torn away by men and women in white coats, and greedy criminals.

I want you to know I never cried out, never apologized. I fought every step of the way which in the end is all you could ever ask of me. Because, at least for a few days, I was able to finally rest in the net of compassion, honor, love, and happiness that was the collective of you and our friends.

I am tired. It takes all that I have to keep my eyes from sliding shut. It strikes me so odd that some people can inflict such pain and yet still call themselves human, while I am treated as something less.

It seems strange my life should end in such a terrible place, but I had at least one moment of happiness, and I will never apologize.

Vincent Valentine, you are truly a single point of light in a mad world. I love you.

- Shard