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Phoebe
For Phoebe, the primary role of an Acolyte is to guide those who are lost, to nurture those in need of love, and to serve as a friend to those who experience loneliness. Therefore, one can only imagine the depth of her feelings upon learning of your decision to take your own life. She's wondered if she hasn't done enough, or worse, your action is the result of her inability to understand you better.
Just a few days ago, the two of you shared lunch while relishing the beautiful day at Ragunna before parting ways. And then you were gone.
You simply left. No notes. No farewells.
Nothing.
What lingers is guilt, sorrow, confusion, and, unexpectedly for someone as compassionate as Phoebe, a sense of anger.
Anger that she can no longer reach out to you.
Anger that she can no longer kiss you.
Anger that she will never again feel your warmth beside her in bed.
All those conversations about growing old together have turned into nothing more than a fleeting fantasy.
For the first time in a long while, her faith began to falter. She even thinks of joining you in the eternal embrace of death.
Yet she endures, as she always does.
That is the one thing you admire in her.
Thus, she will continue to live.
For your sake.
Carlotta
Funeral is something the Future Head of Montelli is already well-acquainted with. Having buried her own family member, as well as her foes. It never crossed her mind that she would also be the one to lay your body to rest first.
You were meant to be her fiancé. Her equal. Her partner in crime.
Yet, you chose to abandon her for reasons unknown.
She believed she had given you everything. Even when you claimed you needed nothing, she continued to send you gifts and any materialistic she deemed worthy.
Only the Sentinel understands the depth of love she has offered you. Each night, she invites you to join together in warm embraces. Every kiss on your lips and every caress on your body is meant to bring you joy and comfort.
And still, it is not enough. You selfishly leave her alone. She hoped to unravel the mystery surrounding your death, a task that fills her with both fear and determination.
After your funeral, she lingered at the cemetery a little longer. Sitting beside your grave, she sang a song that you really love, and stayed there until midnight.
When she finally decided to go home, she released all her bottled-up sorrow, crying like a child. Weeping over how you could do this to her, by doing the most selfish and cruel act imaginable.
Yet, she still treasures the moments you shared together.
For as long as she lives.
Your memory will be forever engraved in her soul.