Raistlin, I know who you are now.

Darkness cloaks you from our vision, and this is why none of us suspected your true nature. Loralon was right, wasn't he? Here in the darkness, I know. I know so much and yet I know so little. Although I am blind, I can so clearly see, now. Now, at least.

But once, I loved you.

Raistlin...I still love you. But in a different way. You no longer make me tremble; you no longer suffocate me with your nearness. I can breathe again without you and I can breathe with you.

The way I love you now is quiet. That's the best word to describe it. I could stand here and watch you, in silence, quietly, and love you, and never tell you. It wouldn't matter. It doesn't matter. And it never will.

There's someone for each of us, they say. You just have to find them.

You aren't mine.

I'm not yours.

We were never meant to be.

I forgive you for every way you have mistreated me and I am sorry for everything I have done. I'm sorry if I hurt you, ever, in any way. But evil turns upon its own. What happened to you, you brought upon yourself.

But I'm still sorry, Raistlin.

I hope you can forgive me.

I'm going to let you go, now. A part of me will always love you, in that quiet, simple way, no matter what you did or what you will do. But I'll let you go. I can love you from a distance, and I will.

I've eternally forgiven you for everything.

And I've forgiven myself, but it's not eternal at all.

So, when I let you go, make sure you're holding on. Please....don't fall. I still love you, I still care—if you fell, I'd never be able to forgive myself. Be strong, be wise, and be fortunate.

That's all I've ever wanted for you.

Happiness.