He'd sat at Lily's desk to pen the last letter he'd write to Archeval. With this, he'd finish upholding his promise to update his absent friend and grant himself at least some sense of closure- or so he'd thought. Eleven was wholly unprepared for the pain it would bring; the regrets and finality of his own words- the bleak future he had to look forward to.

Tears gathered in his eyes, then fell just as soon as he signed the paper in a wavering hand. His chest hurt like a physical thing. There was one more thing he had to do, but his throat was sore and speech felt beyond him.

The beacon was open and somehow, he had to tell Lily- bright, beautiful Lily- that he had to leave her.