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Miata,
If I die here and that's it for me, please find a way to send these to my friends. That's all I want to ask of you. You did your best, no one could deny that.
I'm sorry and thanks for everything.
- Rhys
Fiona,
I'm not sure if you'll ever get this because I'm not really sure how the rules work here. They're making us all kill each other and it's not like Pandora. Pandora is senseless, violent, bloody. This place, Lebensbaum, it's different. Meticulous and terrifying, picking us all off one by one. I'm scared and I miss you.
Is that weird to say? That I miss you? We haven't known each other for long and you did steal ten million dollars from me but ever since Vaughn and I started on this stupid adventure with you for Gortys, I don't know. I've never felt this happy before. You and me in the Caravan, with everyone else. It feels right, Fiona. Like it's meant to be.
That's pretty stupid, isn't it?
I hope we get to see each other again. I hope I can go back to Pandora. I hope I can go back to you and everyone and make it right. I'll tell you about Jack, I'll try harder not to be a burden, I'll do it all better this time. You can trust me. I swear to god, Fiona, you can trust me.
- Rhys
Sasha,
Is it just me or are you kind of into me? That's a horrible way to start off this letter but I really had to ask. I guess it doesn't matter much anymore because I don't think I'm coming back.
I don't really know what to write after that.
You're probably right, you know? About Hyperion and everything. I've invested so much of my life in that company and Handsome Jack, he's like... my idol. He's my hero. But you're right, we're not the good guys. Jack killed thousand and thousands of people. He destroyed Pandora for his own gain. He did everything he could possibly do to be cruel just for a laugh. I get it but, without Hyperion, I'm not really sure where that leaves me, honestly. Am I a good guy? Am I a bad guy? I don't know. That doesn't really matter much if I'm dead though, does it?
I'm glad you didn't shoot me.
I wish we had more time. I would've liked to take you out properly, like... on a date. That would've been cool, right? I would've totally fucked it up royally and you would've laughed at me but it would've been nice.
I hope you can find someone, Sasha. Not out of a con or anything, and not an asshole like August. Someone who can appreciate your humor and how cool you are and your love of a nice shotgun too. Someone who appreciates you, just you. You deserve that, Sasha.
- Rhys
Vaughn,
I can't write this letter. I've started and stopped a stupid amount of times now and I keep thinking to myself "why would I write a letter to Vaughn? That's insane." You're my best friend, Vaughn. We've been together for so long and the fact that you're not here with me is... wrong. We're Rhys and Vaughn! You, accounting. Me, engineering. Hyperion bros. College bros. Hackathon bros. The only reason I went to Hyperion was because you also went to Hyperion. Why else would I go? Sure, they're the best in the galaxy but if you wanted to work at someplace like... Maliwan or god forbid, Torgue -- I would follow you. I'd practice my poetry, get a fondness for blue and orange, and try and find a good shock weapon because that's what best friends do for each other.
(Please don't make me work at Torgue.)
I can't imagine life with you, bro. I don't know what I'll do if
[ and then that seems to be it for now because he couldn't bring himself to finish the letter. ]
Jack,
Sometimes I think if we met when we were both young guys at Hyperion, things could've gone really differently. Maybe you wouldn't have taken over Pandora or killed all those people or died. People say you're a really bad guy but I don't think you are. You've been my hero as long as I can remember and the fact that we've met, even if it's just as you are now, is something I don't ever want to regret. You're more amazing than I can put into words and I just wish that maybe things were different. Who knows what we could've been to each other? Maybe we could've been partners.
I don't think you deserved to die, Jack. I think you had so much more to give to the galaxy and the fact that those Vault Hunters killed you, it seems like such a waste. If I can, when I get back home, I want to do everything in my power to find a body for you. You have so much more to give to Pandora and to everyone else, and if I can help you achieve that... I think I'd be a really happy guy, Jack.
I know I can say some weird stuff sometimes and the whole you spitting on me thing was a little out of context but I promise you, Jack. I'm your guy. I can be who you want me to be, if you just give me a chance. I'll do anything for you, I swear.
[ but then it looks like rhys stopped there and just crossed over the entire letter with a giant X before scrawling in the corner YOU'RE NOT OBSESSED WITH HIM and balling up the paper. ugh, he's so embarrassed... ]
If I die here and that's it for me, please find a way to send these to my friends. That's all I want to ask of you. You did your best, no one could deny that.
I'm sorry and thanks for everything.
- Rhys
Fiona,
I'm not sure if you'll ever get this because I'm not really sure how the rules work here. They're making us all kill each other and it's not like Pandora. Pandora is senseless, violent, bloody. This place, Lebensbaum, it's different. Meticulous and terrifying, picking us all off one by one. I'm scared and I miss you.
Is that weird to say? That I miss you? We haven't known each other for long and you did steal ten million dollars from me but ever since Vaughn and I started on this stupid adventure with you for Gortys, I don't know. I've never felt this happy before. You and me in the Caravan, with everyone else. It feels right, Fiona. Like it's meant to be.
That's pretty stupid, isn't it?
I hope we get to see each other again. I hope I can go back to Pandora. I hope I can go back to you and everyone and make it right. I'll tell you about Jack, I'll try harder not to be a burden, I'll do it all better this time. You can trust me. I swear to god, Fiona, you can trust me.
- Rhys
Sasha,
Is it just me or are you kind of into me? That's a horrible way to start off this letter but I really had to ask. I guess it doesn't matter much anymore because I don't think I'm coming back.
I don't really know what to write after that.
You're probably right, you know? About Hyperion and everything. I've invested so much of my life in that company and Handsome Jack, he's like... my idol. He's my hero. But you're right, we're not the good guys. Jack killed thousand and thousands of people. He destroyed Pandora for his own gain. He did everything he could possibly do to be cruel just for a laugh. I get it but, without Hyperion, I'm not really sure where that leaves me, honestly. Am I a good guy? Am I a bad guy? I don't know. That doesn't really matter much if I'm dead though, does it?
I'm glad you didn't shoot me.
I wish we had more time. I would've liked to take you out properly, like... on a date. That would've been cool, right? I would've totally fucked it up royally and you would've laughed at me but it would've been nice.
I hope you can find someone, Sasha. Not out of a con or anything, and not an asshole like August. Someone who can appreciate your humor and how cool you are and your love of a nice shotgun too. Someone who appreciates you, just you. You deserve that, Sasha.
- Rhys
Vaughn,
I can't write this letter. I've started and stopped a stupid amount of times now and I keep thinking to myself "why would I write a letter to Vaughn? That's insane." You're my best friend, Vaughn. We've been together for so long and the fact that you're not here with me is... wrong. We're Rhys and Vaughn! You, accounting. Me, engineering. Hyperion bros. College bros. Hackathon bros. The only reason I went to Hyperion was because you also went to Hyperion. Why else would I go? Sure, they're the best in the galaxy but if you wanted to work at someplace like... Maliwan or god forbid, Torgue -- I would follow you. I'd practice my poetry, get a fondness for blue and orange, and try and find a good shock weapon because that's what best friends do for each other.
(Please don't make me work at Torgue.)
I can't imagine life with you, bro. I don't know what I'll do if
[ and then that seems to be it for now because he couldn't bring himself to finish the letter. ]
Jack,
Sometimes I think if we met when we were both young guys at Hyperion, things could've gone really differently. Maybe you wouldn't have taken over Pandora or killed all those people or died. People say you're a really bad guy but I don't think you are. You've been my hero as long as I can remember and the fact that we've met, even if it's just as you are now, is something I don't ever want to regret. You're more amazing than I can put into words and I just wish that maybe things were different. Who knows what we could've been to each other? Maybe we could've been partners.
I don't think you deserved to die, Jack. I think you had so much more to give to the galaxy and the fact that those Vault Hunters killed you, it seems like such a waste. If I can, when I get back home, I want to do everything in my power to find a body for you. You have so much more to give to Pandora and to everyone else, and if I can help you achieve that... I think I'd be a really happy guy, Jack.
I know I can say some weird stuff sometimes and the whole you spitting on me thing was a little out of context but I promise you, Jack. I'm your guy. I can be who you want me to be, if you just give me a chance. I'll do anything for you, I swear.
[ but then it looks like rhys stopped there and just crossed over the entire letter with a giant X before scrawling in the corner YOU'RE NOT OBSESSED WITH HIM and balling up the paper. ugh, he's so embarrassed... ]