To Sigma

[A letter found under Delta's pillows, hand written on a few pieces of journal paper folded in half.]

Sigma,

I write this to you because... Well, it makes the most sense. Epsilon likely will have pulled his vanishing act like he does on the weekends (something I have never begrudged him). Omega should be pouting somewhere or off with his new friends. And eventually you and the kids are going to do something that demands all the pillows in the house. You always do. I never stop being amazed what you all turn something as simple as pillows into. I hope it's 'the floor is lava' because that was always my favorite game growing up. [The following is scratched out heavily by the pen.] I used to play it so much with Omega and we'd laugh and

Know that this isn't your fault. Anyone's fault really. Things are changing and I find myself obligated to change with them. I've been lying to myself for years and as I've wasted my life since I was younger than you, I need to do this. Find something that is mine. That can be mine. Find a place I'm needed, because here isn't it. That has been made abundantly clear to me.

I love you, Dean. I love you and all our siblings now and into forever. And I'm not gone forever, okay? I'm just not going to be here. I hope once I'm settled down we can spend time together, on campus or off. Maybe meet in the park with the kids to spend an afternoon together.

Please don't ask me why. This is just the way it has to be. I'll always answer your calls, always be here to help as much as I can. Any money I make that I don't need I'll send home. In the mean time I'm attaching a list of every little detail that you or anyone might need about managing the house. Doctor's numbers, pending appointments, names of teachers and anything else I can imagine. I've also left a small piece folded in fourths that has the location of where I've hidden your birthday presents. You are on your honor to not seek them out until your birthday. If Omega continues his plans for how your birthday will be celebrated, please tell me. I'd love to be there for you.

Again, I love you.

Take care of yourself, watch out for your brothers and Eta, and never, ever, let Omega make you feel small. You're an amazing young man destined for great things. Solving crimes or answering how to save this world from it's own fall to the clouds. Never let anything or anyone stand between you and greatness. Especially not me. And never Alpha.

And yes, this really is something I have to do.


Forever your brother,

Delta Ryan Ai.

Journal Entry [0005]

I've been laying here for about three hours now. The bed is comfortable, better than any bed I've ever slept on before. Maybe it's too soft. Maybe that's why I can't sleep.

Oh, who am I kidding? It's the silence. No late night noises. No twins breathing in their sleep. None of Omega's snoring.

In the morning I'll be just as alone as I am right now. Guess this is something I have to get used to.