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 you who didn't read the note yet here it is.
Dear Max-
You looked so beautiful today. I'm going to remember what you looked like forever. And I hope you 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 you 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 you 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 you and I are togeher, we're focused on each other-we can't help it. The thing is, Maximum, I amor you. I can't help but be focused on you when we're together. If you're in the room, I want to be seguinte to you. If you're gone, I think about you. You're who I want to talk to. In a fight, I want you 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 mais years, the flock needs a leader to survive, no matter how capable everyone thinks he or she is. The truth is that they do need a leader, and the truth is that you are the best leader. It's one of the things I amor about you. But the mais I thoughtabout it, the mais sure I got that this is the right thing to do. Maybe not for you, or 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 you 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 amor you. I amor your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when you're sleeping. I amor your hair streaming out behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it. I amor seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny, downy feathers right at the topo, início of your shoulders. I amor your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you 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 seguro 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 or without. Tell you what, sweetie: If in twenty years we haven't expired yet, and the world is still mais or less in one piece, I'll meet you at the topo, início of that cliff where we first met the hawks and learned to fly with them. You know the one. Twenty years from today, if I'm alive, I'll be there, waiting for you. You can bet on it. Good-bye, my love.
Fang
For those of you who haven't read Fang yet, READ THE BOOK!!!! (some of the note could ahve been confusing)
Dear Max-
You looked so beautiful today. I'm going to remember what you looked like forever. And I hope you 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 you 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 you 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 you and I are togeher, we're focused on each other-we can't help it. The thing is, Maximum, I amor you. I can't help but be focused on you when we're together. If you're in the room, I want to be seguinte to you. If you're gone, I think about you. You're who I want to talk to. In a fight, I want you 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 mais years, the flock needs a leader to survive, no matter how capable everyone thinks he or she is. The truth is that they do need a leader, and the truth is that you are the best leader. It's one of the things I amor about you. But the mais I thoughtabout it, the mais sure I got that this is the right thing to do. Maybe not for you, or 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 you 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 amor you. I amor your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when you're sleeping. I amor your hair streaming out behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it. I amor seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny, downy feathers right at the topo, início of your shoulders. I amor your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you 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 seguro 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 or without. Tell you what, sweetie: If in twenty years we haven't expired yet, and the world is still mais or less in one piece, I'll meet you at the topo, início of that cliff where we first met the hawks and learned to fly with them. You know the one. Twenty years from today, if I'm alive, I'll be there, waiting for you. You can bet on it. Good-bye, my love.
Fang
For those of you who haven't read Fang yet, READ THE BOOK!!!! (some of the note could ahve been confusing)
