( sometime after the crypt expedition, there's a letter tucked somewhere onto emmrich's person, while parisa herself is missing from his side. in regular parisa fashion, it's squirted with perfume (a necessary keepsake even in these frugal times) and signed with a kiss, in a familiar shade of lipstick. it reads: )
دورت بگردم
It's Persian. It directly translates to "let me circle around you" or, in meaning — I would do anything for you, protect you from anything, and let our bodies be synonyms to each other. When opposite crescent moons cup together like hands, they make a perfect circle. I'm sure I don't need to tell you, that so do we.
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