She’s done good work. I knew she would. Still, I know she has doubts. I asked her to do something that would terrify most. I don’t blame her for questioning me.
I won’t live to kill the Outsider myself. He knows that, and so does she. Her face is lined with fear, guilt… And that eye, always staring. I don’t know what she’ll have to confront in the Void, but she’s prepared. Will the Outsider cower, like all the people I killed? Or will he know that he deserves what’s coming, just as I do. I don’t know what he thinks. He’s talking to Billie now. Not me.
Sometimes I worry that all I did was burden her with my grudges, but I know she has her own reasons for seeing this through. She wouldn’t be doing this if she didn’t.
I know you’re reading this, Billie. I could never keep much hidden from you. You know I’ve never been a sentimental man. I couldn’t be. But you never let go of the things that made you feel whole. And that’s just another way you’re better than I ever was.
There are some things we can’t say aloud. So I’ll write this one. Whatever you do next, I’m proud of you. Remember that.