If you're getting this now that means I'm gone. Honestly, it's hard to know where to start. You and I haven't always had the smoothest of times but we've made due. Most of that had to do with your mate hanging on there but I wouldn't change any of it. You're a far cry from the skittish young man I ran into back in the old town.
I know it hasn't been easy. Here or back home for you, but you've grown so much. You sell yourself far shorter than you should. I'm leaving the shop in Luna's care, try and make sure she doesn't run herself too ragged. You, her, and Willow are family. Family, I never thought I'd have. If I ever had a son, I'd be lucky if he was half the man you're turning out to be.
The cabin is still there, wards should remain in place indefinitely. So it'll be a safe place if it's needed.
You might not see it but there is a light inside you that hasn't been put out yet. Something stronger than near anything I've ever seen. The sort of things you've been through has made men I've known cower. You're still standing, chief. Don't forget that. Don't let anyone take it from you.
Take care of yourself. Take care of each other.
Love you, old son, John Constantine
[ Inside the letter are two photographs from back in Deerington that someone sneakily took of John, Luna, and Peter asleep on the exorcist's sofa together. One is marked for Peter, the other for Luna. ]
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this letter shows up at any time after the start of april.
If you're getting this now that means I'm gone. Honestly, it's hard to know where to start. You and I haven't always had the smoothest of times but we've made due. Most of that had to do with your mate hanging on there but I wouldn't change any of it. You're a far cry from the skittish young man I ran into back in the old town.
I know it hasn't been easy. Here or back home for you, but you've grown so much. You sell yourself far shorter than you should. I'm leaving the shop in Luna's care, try and make sure she doesn't run herself too ragged. You, her, and Willow are family. Family, I never thought I'd have. If I ever had a son, I'd be lucky if he was half the man you're turning out to be.
The cabin is still there, wards should remain in place indefinitely. So it'll be a safe place if it's needed.
You might not see it but there is a light inside you that hasn't been put out yet. Something stronger than near anything I've ever seen. The sort of things you've been through has made men I've known cower. You're still standing, chief. Don't forget that. Don't let anyone take it from you.
Take care of yourself. Take care of each other.
Love you, old son,
John Constantine
[ Inside the letter are two photographs from back in Deerington that someone sneakily took of John, Luna, and Peter asleep on the exorcist's sofa together. One is marked for Peter, the other for Luna. ]