letter to xion

[sating]

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Xion,

To be completely honest, if not for all of the other odd, inexplicable things that surrounded this town, I would not have believed your story. That's not to say that I give it any less weight, mind you. But your story along with others have highlighted that my life almost feels boring by comparison. I've never met such an eloquent one year old, after all.

But if one year would make you who you are, then in the two months we have spent here, I have seen you become more. I believe that's true of everyone here. But there are few where that is as true as it is for you. When we first spoke of emotions, of who and what you are, you were uncertain. You did not know if your life was one worth living, and you wondered if it was selfish for you to want to live. By now, I think you're more certain of those answers. I sincerely hope that you are, because even if it's something I've spoken of many times before, it's for a reason. Never stop struggling, or else you may again wonder about those questions again. You have every right to live and to survive.

I care for you, which is why I've stressed this many times and hoped that you would perhaps do more. I saw the chance for you to take risks, and in those risks, I could have extended a bit more trust. I'm sorry that I couldn't, but you may not be. Taking those risks would have left you with blood on your hands, because that is the only way I can know someone for who they truly are. I don't expect you to understand what I mean by that. And in truth, you may not understand anything here. That is all right. Since you expressed your worry to me, I only hoped that you would learn to value yourself. I imagined it as a rebirth where you could finally come into your own and justify your own existence.

That is why I killed Riku.

Your friend,
Hannibal Lecter