In Fang (the book), I thought the note Fang left Max after he left the flock was sooo sweet but also sooo sad but also how could Fang leave Max like that? For those of toi who didn't read the note yet here it is.
Dear Max-
toi looked so beautiful today. I'm going to remember what toi looked like forever. And I hope toi remember me the same way-clean, ha-ha. I'm glad our last time together was happy.
But I'm leaving tonight,leaving the flock, and this time it's for good. I don't know if I'll ever see any of toi again. The thing is, Max, that everyone is a little bit right. Added up all together, it makes this one big right. Dylan's a little bit right about how my being here might be putting the rest of toi in danger. The threat might have been just about Dr. Hans, but we don't know that for sure. Angel is a little bit right about how splitting up the flock will help all of us survive. And the rest of the flock is a little bit right about how when toi and I are togeher, we're focused on each other-we can't help it. The thing is, Maximum, I l’amour you. I can't help but be focused on toi when we're together. If you're in the room, I want to be suivant to you. If you're gone, I think about you. You're who I want to talk to. In a fight, I want toi at my back. When we're together, the sun is shining. When we're apart, everything is in shades of gray. I hope you'll forgive me someday for turning our worlds into shades of gray-at least for a while. You're not at your best when you're focused on me. I mean, you're at your best Maxness, but not your best leaderness. I mostly need Maxness. The flock mostly needs leaderness. And Angel, if you're listening to this, it ain't you, sweetie. Not yet. At least for a couple plus years, the flock needs a leader to survive, no matter how capable everyone thinks he ou she is. The truth is that they do need a leader, and the truth is that toi are the best leader. It's one of the things I l’amour about you. But the plus I thoughtabout it, the plus sure I got that this is the right thing to do. Maybe not for you, ou for me, but for all of us together, our flock. Please don't try to find me. This is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, besides wearing that suit today, and seeing toi again will only make it harder. You'd ask me to come back, and I would, because I can't say no to you. But all the same problems would still be there, and I'd end up leaving again, and then we'd have to go through this all over again. I l’amour you. I l’amour your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when you're sleeping. I l’amour your hair streaming out behind toi as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud ou blood in it. I l’amour seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny, downy feathers right at the haut, retour au début of your shoulders. I l’amour your eyes, whether they're cold ou calculating ou suspicious ou laughing ou warm, like when toi look at me. You're the best warrior I know, the best leader. You're the most comforting mom we've ever had. You're the biggest goofball, the worst driver, and a truly lousy cook. You've kept us sûr, sans danger and provided for us, in good times and bad. You're my best friend, my first and only love, and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, with wings ou without. Tell toi what, sweetie: If in twenty years we haven't expiré yet, and the world is still plus ou less in one piece, I'll meet toi at the haut, retour au début of that cliff where we first met the hawks and learned to fly with them. toi know the one. Twenty years from today, if I'm alive, I'll be there, waiting for you. toi can bet on it. Good-bye, my love.
Fang
For those of toi who haven't read Fang yet, READ THE BOOK!!!! (some of the note could ahve been confusing)
Dear Max-
toi looked so beautiful today. I'm going to remember what toi looked like forever. And I hope toi remember me the same way-clean, ha-ha. I'm glad our last time together was happy.
But I'm leaving tonight,leaving the flock, and this time it's for good. I don't know if I'll ever see any of toi again. The thing is, Max, that everyone is a little bit right. Added up all together, it makes this one big right. Dylan's a little bit right about how my being here might be putting the rest of toi in danger. The threat might have been just about Dr. Hans, but we don't know that for sure. Angel is a little bit right about how splitting up the flock will help all of us survive. And the rest of the flock is a little bit right about how when toi and I are togeher, we're focused on each other-we can't help it. The thing is, Maximum, I l’amour you. I can't help but be focused on toi when we're together. If you're in the room, I want to be suivant to you. If you're gone, I think about you. You're who I want to talk to. In a fight, I want toi at my back. When we're together, the sun is shining. When we're apart, everything is in shades of gray. I hope you'll forgive me someday for turning our worlds into shades of gray-at least for a while. You're not at your best when you're focused on me. I mean, you're at your best Maxness, but not your best leaderness. I mostly need Maxness. The flock mostly needs leaderness. And Angel, if you're listening to this, it ain't you, sweetie. Not yet. At least for a couple plus years, the flock needs a leader to survive, no matter how capable everyone thinks he ou she is. The truth is that they do need a leader, and the truth is that toi are the best leader. It's one of the things I l’amour about you. But the plus I thoughtabout it, the plus sure I got that this is the right thing to do. Maybe not for you, ou for me, but for all of us together, our flock. Please don't try to find me. This is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, besides wearing that suit today, and seeing toi again will only make it harder. You'd ask me to come back, and I would, because I can't say no to you. But all the same problems would still be there, and I'd end up leaving again, and then we'd have to go through this all over again. I l’amour you. I l’amour your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when you're sleeping. I l’amour your hair streaming out behind toi as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud ou blood in it. I l’amour seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny, downy feathers right at the haut, retour au début of your shoulders. I l’amour your eyes, whether they're cold ou calculating ou suspicious ou laughing ou warm, like when toi look at me. You're the best warrior I know, the best leader. You're the most comforting mom we've ever had. You're the biggest goofball, the worst driver, and a truly lousy cook. You've kept us sûr, sans danger and provided for us, in good times and bad. You're my best friend, my first and only love, and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, with wings ou without. Tell toi what, sweetie: If in twenty years we haven't expiré yet, and the world is still plus ou less in one piece, I'll meet toi at the haut, retour au début of that cliff where we first met the hawks and learned to fly with them. toi know the one. Twenty years from today, if I'm alive, I'll be there, waiting for you. toi can bet on it. Good-bye, my love.
Fang
For those of toi who haven't read Fang yet, READ THE BOOK!!!! (some of the note could ahve been confusing)
