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To my soulmate-
I don’t really know who you are yet. That's pretty scary, to me, but you seem to be doing fine. I don’t know how long it will take for me to find you, but don’t worry! I’ll make sure I do find you, eventually. And our bond only started, there’s more than enough time on the server to find out.
I’ve been traveling with Martyn. I know he’s not you, even if that feels silly to write down. We’ve been collecting things from the nether to get stronger. I’m sorry if you were worried about the damage I've been taking, but it will be worth it. We’ll be powerful when we find each other.
Stay safe.
- Your soulmate, Pearlescentmoon
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[The page is crumpled.]
Dear Scott.
You explained it very clearly when you left me. That didn’t make it hurt less, you know.
I started writing this with the intention of giving it to you. I had hoped that you would come back after realizing your mistake, and we’d be happy. I would give you the letters to show I never gave up on you, but I don’t think that fantasy can happen anymore. It’s more like a diary than a letter now, and you won’t care either way.
Martyn left me after you did, did you know that? After we all argued, you and Cleo stormed off. And then he said I wasn’t a good partner when he already knew his soulmate, and left. I was all alone.
[The ink is wiped in an uneven line, as if jerked across the page.]
I’ve been trying to be fine, but it’s a bit hard to do that in this sort of situation. I mean, I just felt you take a load of damage, and I can't say for certain it was an accident. I’m starting to think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to give you some less than accidental damage too. The tower I’m building is pretty high up, anyways.
If you got to hurt me, it’s only fair I can hurt you back. And you keep hurting me, even from half a world away. You take damage irregularly, but I know that’s because you’re busy building your happy little life with Cleo. I can’t see your houses from where I am, but everyone’s talking about it. A bridge settled over a ravine, and you haven't even had time to put railings on it yet.
I’m not going to chase after you.
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Dear Scott.
Scar came to my tower after I finished the last letter. He spent a lot of time talking about a panda reserve, or the ranchers across your ravine. Not generally stuff that I cared about after writing my own pity party, but he brought some snow with him.
It was fun. Sitting in the cold and feeling you frantically try to eat, to stop us from dying. I could almost feel the worry, but Scar got us both out before any real damage could be done. And then there was all the little bits of damage while I got Jimmy a horn but- you don’t care. It’s already happened.
I’ve talked with Ren and BigB too. I don’t know where they got the idea, but apparently I'm some sort of dark sorceress. I’m not. I just don’t have a soulmate, thanks to actions that weren’t mine.
The day’s ending soon. I’m going to go outside and have fun, instead of thinking about you all night. There’s been a trend of stealing horses, it’s fun. Maybe you’ve tried it.
Don’t die.
- Your soulmate, Pearlescentmoon.
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[The handwriting on this page is messy. There are multiple words where it would be hard to decipher the letters if they weren’t part of repeated phrases or surrounded by context clues. There are large areas that are crumpled or have water damage.]
It wasn’T my Pault. It wasn’,t my fault. It wasn’t my faalt.
They did’ .
I didn’t know they would
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die. I didn’t mean for them to die. l didn’t make t hem die. It wasn’t my fault.
It wasn’’t my fault
[The rest of the page is blank, with more stains.]
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Scott.
Where did I go wrong? It must have been somewhere. There must have been a point in my short life where I did something that made the universe decide I was the one in the wrong. That I was the villain, the sorceress or the
Red
Scarlet Witch Ren keeps calling me.
I didn’t mean for them to die. You believe me, right? No one could have planned that enderman, and it was never my fault that Ren looked at it.
That doesn't stop him and BigB from hating me.
And you didn’t seem to believe me that much when you got there. Not that you cared.
Soon enough the whole server will think I’m cursed, if they don’t already. I think I'm fine with that, so long as none of them try to kill me over it. The loneliness is no problem, though, and I have Tilly with me. She’s a better soulmate than you ever were, if you want to know.
- Your soulmate, Pearl.
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Dear Scott.
Martyn came back. So did Ren. Apparently they want to be allied with the ‘Scarlet Witch,” even after they abandoned her.
I have alliances. I’ve only seen you a few times, when you were running around or at someone else’s base. The one time I saw you near my own tower you looked away the second I saw you.
I think I should visit you instead. There’s a lovely piece of the ravine I could dig my house in, or the bridge is wide open. I’ve got options, and you’re still soulbound to me. Ignore me all you want, it won’t change the fact you’ll never be able to really say goodbye to me.
Sometimes I wonder what our lives would be like if you hadn't left. I think I’d have fun messing with you, in the way that partners do. Pranks. Little games, nothing that would ever harm the other. I think I’d do a simple prank on you- pulling an apple on a string until it led to me. We’d laugh and .
Sometimes I want to give you these letters. And then I write things like that and it helps convince me to keep them holed up in my little tower. Because what sort of witch would I be, if I still cared?
I’ll see you soon.
- Your soulmate, Pearl
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Dear Scott- ,
Give a toast to the newlyweds! May they be happy in this hellhole of a server., and surely neither of them will leave each other like they left their own soulmates!
Is it Mr. Zombie now? Or is she Mrs. Smajor? I can't say I care very much, but I feel like Mr. Moon would have fit you better.
[There is a hole in the page, where it looks like a pen went through the paper.]
I would say I’m shocked you didn’t invite me, but that's fine. I didn’t need to be invited. In a server this small there’s no way I wouldn’t hear about something as wonderful as a wedding, and there was really nothing stopping me from tagging along.
What really gets me is that you invited Martyn. Or did Cleo do that? I wouldn’t doubt it if she was the one making the decisions about everything.
You two said your vows in the middle of your bridge. Right over where Cleo burnt my little shack, where I nearly stabbed her through for threatening Tilly. Still not sure I won’t stab her through, but maybe it’ll be cleaner now that she’s a married woman.
That would turn her red though, and I don't know if any of us are ready for that yet.
- Your soulmate
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Dear Scott.
I don’t think I've ever started a second letter so soon after the last. Really shows how quickly an event can turn sour. I’m just glad I didn’t have any of these papers in my inventory, otherwise I may have needed to become a red life.
It's not as if there's anything to write down about the pool party. It wasn’t my fault Joel and Etho died, just as much as it wasn’t my fault we died. I was doing exactly what they asked, they were just trigger happy.
I heard plenty enough of your speech back there and I do not intend to give myself the same speech here.
You seemed happy enough to waltz away after everything was settled. I can’t blame you, you know, but at the very least you could have reciprocated the condolences. We do share the life and really it's just imma
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[The paper is folded evenly, small enough to fit inside an envelope when folded.]
Scott.
I’m going to send you this one. I know I will. Just this one letter.
I’ve been writing things. Technically they're letters to you but you’ll never care enough to read them, I'm sure, so they’ll stay in my tower. All I hope is that you feel bad enough about what you did to just skim through this one. It’s important.
You need to leave Cleo. None of us are red yet, but I’d bet my own turning red that the second Cleo gets her new color, she’ll go crazy. It doesn't matter how much you two bond over your fake soulbond, in the end it will stay fake.
I feel bad for you. That marriage is an alliance you won’t be able to get rid of, and Cleo isn’t someone who is going to stay loyal until the end.
You can't escape death. But stop trying to speed it up. I don’t need you to come back to me, I just need you to stay alive.
Pearl
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Dearest Scott!
I’m still never giving you these letters. I know you asked about them , when you first came crawling back - but I told you there and then that they were more like a diary than letters, And you took the excuse, even if I’ve seen you spend just a bit too long in my chests. Looking.
You won’t find them, You won’t find this. But I’ll still write them.
It’s not as if I had much time to write them recently, anyway. Ever since you and the other two came up to my tower it’s been nonstop action! I couldn’t ever complain about it, of course. But there isn’t much point writing to you when I can just talk to you. I’m sure I’ve told you everything that's in these papers anyway, and you seemed receptive to some ideas.
Sometimes you care. It's nice to see.
I’m surprised Tilly hasn't attacked you yet, by the way. She’s always growling and stuff but I really thought by this point she would have gone for it. I wouldn’t have stopped her.
You know the death counts and everything, so I won’t bother mulling over those. I will mull over how funny you are. It was something I never expected.
I mean, your expression when you found Grian and Scar were up in the tower? Hilarious! I think I would play that moment on loop in my head for the rest of time, if I could. Sometimes you make jokes too. I don”t think you care much for puns, but that won’t stop me making them. I cannot have you be the funny one in this situation, we’ll go down faster than Joel’s boat.
I can see you. You’re watching me write. Maybe it’s because of the Reds announcement just now. We both know I’m going, and we both know you’re going to come and spy. I won’t snitch on you, Scott. But you really need some better sneaking skills.
I don’t know how many more letters I'll be able to write.
- Your friend, Pearl
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I hope my warning helped you a bit. I’m not even sure if Cleo was the one who fought you, but some of her and Martyn’s last words were about you. Not that I can remember exactly what they were, but even Tilly could understand what they meant.
There’s just you and I left.
I killed Bdubs. He threatened Tilly, I'm sure he deserved it. Maybe not Cleo and Martyn, but they would have died either way. You and I are going to die either way.
You left a while ago. I know that we’re both meeting up at spawn, but in my mind you left a while ago. Maybe that first day. The point of it is that we’ll die, and we’ll be tied together and be apart simultaneously no matter what. The soulbond will make sure we die together but I couldn’t ever say I knew you, much less felt connected to you.
This is all rather poetic, I think.
I don’t think we’ll have ever said goodbye before we die. I know I'm not going to start today, and yours won't have any meaning. You never cared enough for a goodbye to have any weight.
I can see you now. If you win, make sure to bury these letters with my body.
- Pearl.
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Scott.
Thanks for letting me have this one last request. I know its probably just something small for you, but it does mean something to me that you let me sit here in the dirt and write away, all while you stand on your mountain of TNT.
I really thought the last letter would be just that. The last. The very last. I’m glad it’s not, even when I still can’t say goodbye either in writing or in the air.
You’re writing something too. I can see your finger in the dirt- you’re far from slick, mister.
I can’t read it. But then again you’re not going to read this, so all’s fair, right?
[There are water stains on the page, shaped in secluded drops.]
I’d just like to say I was right. On the record, I was right all along. About all of it. I doubt you want to hear that, but hey! It’s the truth.
Don’t give me that look. You should have expected a crazy girl to laugh when you let the crazy girl write to herself before you blew her up.
That’s all, I think.
Forever your soulmate-
Pearlescentmoon.
.
[The page is singed and streaked with dirt. Some of the streaks look like letters, but it is not possible to say which ones. The handwriting past this point is shaky and barely legible, with bumps in the ink spotting the page erratically.]
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You’re dead. I know you - Sorry.
. I can feel the absence of your heartbeat going along with my own. Im in the carter. My hands are burning from the explosion.
I’m going to die. I don’t know why it’s taking so long. I don’t know why you did it really
It doesnt count if i say goodbye now
you are dead.
- ill see you soon, scott