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Ever since that crow, (Y/n) has been on edge. She doesn't get as much sleep as she used to and she doesn't seem to be smiling as bright as before.
I'm worried for her. All of this seems to be getting to her.

I've tried to cheer her up many times already, but it doesn't seem to work.

At least it's not fully bad, as she did ask me to help her get over the fear of my blasters, which seemed to be going well so far.

She no longer flinches when I summon them, though she still won't let them get too close to her as it seems to make her have a slight panic attack.

She doesn't seem to want to stop the sessions even when that happens thought, she's determined to get over that fear. I'm very proud of her for that.

Another bad news is her wings condition.

The feathers started falling out in bigger amounts. From one feather every few days, it went to two or more a day. She already started to have problems with her flight and the wings are almost halfly done.

If it continues in this pace,

She will have only a month left to live.

I tried everything I could, yet nothing seems to be able to bring her traits back.

I'm not going to give up though. I'll fight for her until her last breath, that's the least I can do for her.

I haven't been able to sleep soundly either, so instead of fighting with sleep, I dedicated all the time to my research and experiments.

After All, what are additional few hours of sleep compared to saving the love of my life?

Ugh. I've gotten soft with all the nicknames, but I can't help it. She's such an, well angel.

The god she's scared about coming hasn't shown up yet, which is good, but we fear what he might be planning.

If he's as powerful as she tells me so and has an army of angels at his side, I don't want to know what he will do.

But it's unlikely that he attacks. My love is just one angel and there are thousands upon thousands of them back in his domain. No matter how mad he might be at her for living her life happily here, he won't risk loosing his troops just to get rid of one woman.

She seems to not agree with me on that though. She said that he's unpredictable and a raging perfectionist. He wants everything to be done his way and punishes greatly when something doesn't.

If he does come, I'll protect her. I will and I'm sure others will do too. I still remember what Grillby threatened to do when I hurt her and when we got together.

If he was this ruthless with me, then I'd be scared in god's place if he chooses to come here.

This note is shorter than others, but I fear I don't have much time to write it. Asgore and Toriel called us into the castle.

It seems that they have something interesting to show us...

"When you went to he'll and back again-"