Author's Note: I've had a story building in my head for almost two years regarding what happened to Theron during the five year time skip, but haven't been able to put any of it down on paper. This is my attempt to try and write part of it... albeit in a bit of an unusual fashion
From: Theron Shan
Subject: You're alive
No matter how many times I hear those words, I can't quite believe they're true. Maybe if I keep writing them, it'll sink in. It'll seem a little less fantastical and more real. Like I'm not trapped in one of those dreams, the good ones that make me want to never wake up again. Part of me wonders if I'm asleep—I think that's why I'm writing this. I don't really buy into that theory you can't read stuff in dreams, but at this point I'll take anything that helps me understand that this is actually happening.
I'm sorry. I keep writing that, but I can't help it. I keep trying to say it aloud, but the words keep getting caught in my throat. I'm not really making a lot of sense right now. Lana must think I'm nuts since I've barely gotten two words out since she said that. That you're alive. That Arcann didn't actually execute, that you're somewhere here on Zakuul, frozen in a block of carbonite just waiting for us to get off our asses and find you and thaw you out.
And with Lana, yeah, yeah, I know. It's a long story, and I know this will sound weird coming from me but I'm glad I met up with her again. Otherwise I might have actually tried to—well, it doesn't matter what I was going to do, because the plan has changed now. It's a pretty simple one, I thought of it just while writing this. We're going to find wherever you are on this swamp forsaken hellhole, and we're going to bust you out.
Because you're always the one to come and pull my ass out of the fire when I've gotten in too deep, and it's about damn time I step up and return the favor. I mean you fought off an army and stormed a fortress to come rescue me—hell, you willingly landed on a planet full of possessed puppets even after I told you not to. You were the best partner I ever had. The best friend I never asked for. Who am I kidding? You were the best damn everything I ever had. And now you need me.
I'm not going to let you rot in that slab any longer than necessary, but it might take time. Lana doesn't know where you are exactly, but I've got something that might fix that. Scratch that, I'm GOING to fix that. I'm going to find you, and we're going to get you out of there. Count on it.
I know that I wasn't the best friend, the best partner after Ziost, that I should have tried harder to call you, talk to you. Should have at least written. Should have realized you were dealing with as much as me—more than me. Once we get you back, I'm going to say something. Say what I should have back then, and I hope you'll listen. I just need to tell you that I—what the hell am I doing? You're stuck in a block of carbonite and I'm rambling nonsense. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm just going to delete this. You've got more than enough to deal with, you don't need me unloading on you like this. I'm sorry.
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