Who: Clio [Mentions of Patrick] What: A letter When: Two days after the start of the Apocalypse Where: Wherever they were staying Warnings: I like making myself sad
[Folded on the nightstand with a picture of Patrick and Clio inside]
Patrick,
I am a coward. This, can be said of many Greeks. When faced with impossible choices, we do not make them. We run. I suppose I get that from my father. Facing the consequences has never been one of his good sides. Mind you, he's a great King. Just not so great of a Father. I'm only proving my point really. Here I am, writing about my father when it's not about him at all.
It's about me. And you.
I'm a coward because I'm writing this when you're sleeping, because you're so adorable when you sleep and you have no idea how much it proves I love you. Even if you read this and think I don't. I just can't bring myself to say goodbye to your face. I'm too weak. I'd stay. I'd face everything and keep at your side and fight these impossible odds. You wouldn't ask, but I'd still stay. But I can't do that.
History is impartial you see. And Muses are Neutral. I can't make a choice. Staying with you would mean I would side with you. History cannot take sides. My task is to watch and inspire, to remember the things gone by for posterity. Already, humans can't see me anymore. They're not supposed to you know. Muses are the things at a writers back. They call to us and give us sacrifice, but they don't see us. The few times they did, it was because Zeus (or Apollo) said it was needed.
I figure now you're asking about Pierus. I always told you that was a curse. For more then one reason. I chose a mortal, and he saw me. It actually hurts to be seen and make a choice. It strains against the very fiber of my being. The seeing, not so much. The choice hurts more.
All of this seems so unimportant, because writing down all of this is so hard. Getting to the point feels so final.
See, I am rather a coward.
The point is, I can't stay. I have to wander this war torn world and observe. To remember, because someone must. I don't know if there are any other beings that oversee history like I do. I know there are those of knowledge, but that's different. Every moment I remain, it hurts. And I'd endure that, but like I said I don't know if anyone else is remembering History like I do. That inspires mortals to remember as well, to put it down onto paper for later generations. So they can say 'we were here. This is our tale'.
So when you wake I won't be here. I'm sorry.
I love you more then you know. I've always loved you, I always will. But Purpose and Duty are bigger then love. So is Destiny. Maybe you don't understand this. Maybe you will.
But remember. You are more then you think you are. You hold a broken mirror up to yourself and say it is all you are, but I hold a clear one and see all you could be.
Remember me. Remember us.
It's you that keeps me going. I love you. Always. Never doubt that.