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Letter to Damon (#2)
(After going to Damon’s reading room, and speaking with Estor - written in the crow’s nest of the Ultros, before going to bed the first evening after the group set sail. )
Damon,
I remember.
Well, I don’t remember everything: but I remember you. I remember the seven, or maybe eight, years that we… Gods…
I love Versi, desperately, in a way I had never imagined feeling about someone else before. And then these memories returned and suddenly I… the old Calliope loved you like that. So now I do too.
Oh, and how my heart aches for you. A feeling that is half passion and half-mourning. It is almost more than I can bear. But although my heart might be pulled between two loves, my mind is not. I know what I want. My love for you, no matter how compelling, does not diminish my love for her. Love is not just feelings, after all, but choices: and I choose Versi.
I don’t know exactly why I am writing this letter. Afterall, I won’t send it. I suppose it is just that… I don’t have anyone to tell this to. I won’t speak to Versi about it. Even though she tends to know of most things - so I am certain she already knows of this - it would be a certain type of callous to speak of it to her. And most anyone else that knew me, knew us, is dead and gone.
Except maybe Estor. But I am not sure he is the most reliable confidant.
I spoke to him, though, about other things. I wanted answers after Vallus told me that I had stolen the Antikythera from him so many years ago. I honestly thought he would turn me away… but he didn’t. Instead he told me I came to him filled with rage, blaming him for corrupting the Dragonlords, practically destroying the Ultros and his crew. Told me it was my fault he turned to Lutheria. That I am more similar to him than anyone else has ever been.
That he and I are the same.
And I… I don’t know. I don’t remember what he describes and I don’t trust that he would tell me the truth. He is playing with me, that I am sure of. But that doesn’t mean it is all lies… I mean, I remember being so profoundly angry...
That, and I remember a dragon. Oh, and they were so familiar. Seeing them in my dream, it was like when I remembered you for the first time. A stranger, and yet…
I need to find out what happened to them. I wonder if you know? Maybe one day I will muster the courage to ask you.
Yours,
Calliope