[yonah does not expect her letter to be answered; it's true that nier doesn't write as much as she does, but over the years she's come to ponder upon it and realize that—hey—there exactly isn't a lot of time when traveling between towns to stop and write letters, especially if he's busy and working hard, fighting shades or otherwise.
she's been sleeping a lot lately.
her body grows but it's not her own anymore. there is someone else with her, here, and though yonah cannot understand her much, she tries to be comforting.
the only comfort yonah really wants, really knows of, is to be with her brother again. the tears never stop, and so she cries and cries, while the world around her continues to be different in ways she doesn't understand. but past the comforting voice that comes now and again to try and soothe her, it's her own belief that her brother will come for her that lets her rest from her tears.
in those moments, she imagines the letters he replies with—it brings her comfort in ways that cannot be explained, to envision something that may, or may not, be real. though it's dark around her, she feels the texture of paper and can feel the bumps of the letters on her fingers, and it all but makes her smile even if the tears won't stop.
no, don't cry. i told him i'm being brave.]
Dearest brother,
[so yonah starts again, writing unto paper that she cannot see even with her eyes open, this kind of darkness one that her eyes will never get used to.]
Popola gave me a story about a tree one time. That tree had to wait and wait and wait... so, I know. I know you will come for me, so I can wait, too. I know you'll be here soon.
Even if I never get strong enough to travel with you, so long as I can be with you, at home, I [—she stops, puts a hand to her chest and curls her fingers into a fist, into her dress; she misses him so much and he's trying so hard, she knows, so yonah doesn't want him to worry more than he already does.] will be happy.
Where I am, I hear music. It's not like Devola's singing. It's more... more. Like many instruments and sometimes voices. It's very pretty. It makes me feel like a princess in a castle. I wonder if that's where I am?
I'm sorry I cannot help you find where I am. It's very dark here all the time.
Did you eat something nice for your birthday? You can make a wish before blowing out the candles...! That's what I read in a book before!
I'll keep wishing to see you again soon, so the Keeper of Wishes will have the same wish to grant over and over!!
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she's been sleeping a lot lately.
her body grows but it's not her own anymore. there is someone else with her, here, and though yonah cannot understand her much, she tries to be comforting.
the only comfort yonah really wants, really knows of, is to be with her brother again. the tears never stop, and so she cries and cries, while the world around her continues to be different in ways she doesn't understand. but past the comforting voice that comes now and again to try and soothe her, it's her own belief that her brother will come for her that lets her rest from her tears.
in those moments, she imagines the letters he replies with—it brings her comfort in ways that cannot be explained, to envision something that may, or may not, be real. though it's dark around her, she feels the texture of paper and can feel the bumps of the letters on her fingers, and it all but makes her smile even if the tears won't stop.
no, don't cry. i told him i'm being brave.]
Dearest brother,
[so yonah starts again, writing unto paper that she cannot see even with her eyes open, this kind of darkness one that her eyes will never get used to.]
Popola gave me a story about a tree one time. That tree had to wait and wait and wait... so, I know. I know you will come for me, so I can wait, too. I know you'll be here soon.
Even if I never get strong enough to travel with you, so long as I can be with you, at home, I [—she stops, puts a hand to her chest and curls her fingers into a fist, into her dress; she misses him so much and he's trying so hard, she knows, so yonah doesn't want him to worry more than he already does.] will be happy.
Where I am, I hear music. It's not like Devola's singing. It's more... more. Like many instruments and sometimes voices. It's very pretty. It makes me feel like a princess in a castle. I wonder if that's where I am?
I'm sorry I cannot help you find where I am. It's very dark here all the time.
Did you eat something nice for your birthday? You can make a wish before blowing out the candles...! That's what I read in a book before!
I'll keep wishing to see you again soon, so the Keeper of Wishes will have the same wish to grant over and over!!
I love you, always.
Yonah