I Shall Remember

(The ink has thinned under the sea breeze, leaving no more than ghostly traces)

Thanks to you, I managed to get away with just a few cuts and bruises. They pale in comparison to what you had to endure...

I have little to my name now. Just an old tent and a worn sleeping bag from the shelter.

(The script becomes illegible)

There is a fair-looking elf who comes by from time to time to help at the shelter. I hear she is from the airship foundry.

Most are wary of her. Still, I cannot help but pity her.

Isn't it odd? She counts among those who brought this all upon us, yet I bear no hatred.

I will not say that I regret surviving... It would only cause you sorrow.

All I want...is to stand by the sea with you again as always.

I hope we meet again one day.