173 Weapon

Dear Hans,

I know you are about to leave for the US, and I also know you will not be returning anytime soon.

With the monsters and the awakened going wild all over the world, I can only hope you will stay safe long enough for us to see each other again.

I hope you will remember this poem when thinking of home, and I hope you will remember to come and visit me once you do:

As the rivers flow to the seas, and the leaves descend to the ground,

One's Destiny is sealed and tightly bound.

No phrase can steer, no tale compel,

To draw me from my place where I dwell.

Where emotions stir, and my heart finds rest,

In this sanctuary, I am truly blessed.

However it might be, warm or freezing cold,

There is only one place I can call home.]

"She's gotta be sick or something because there's no way she just wrote a poem."

'Emma, has something changed?