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[Filter: Private]

Seraphine.

... really.

She's the real deal, after all? Really?

I've seen her writing here for years and it's been so easy to dismiss her. It seemed way too dragonsdamned convenient, didn't it? Her just showing up here? No memory?

But Ian believed it from the second I told him -- as a fucking joke. Her father has declared her the genuine article before the entire country. There's celebrations breaking out from Aeda to Lireth, the Pilgram's Pass to Erisport.

Still doesn't seem real.

It's easier, for everyone else. Everyone loved her, who couldn't love her? People loved Seraphine more than Ian! But she was always a degree away from them, wasn't she? A happy shiney flowery pixie. For whatever reason, I was --

Well, I guess I was sor of friends with them, wasn't I?

All those years, thinking Hazel was my only friend. Now I see that maybe she's never thought of me as -- as anything, and the people I thought were just humouring me ...

I'd write to her, but what's the point? She wouldn't remember me and I'm not sure what I'd even have to say. Welcome back! You're alive!

[Filter: Ian]

Crazy shit, huh?

But I guess this is old news, to you, since you always believed in her.