To New York and all its survivors, tell the stories of tonight so that every new creature walks with hope in this city. To those who have perished or disappeared, you are lost but not forgotten.
I plan to greet that weretiger I met so long ago. The one who died in service to the O'Neill's. I will apologize. And then, somewhere out there, we will live free at last. I hope all of you live on as well, and if you do not, I promise you that death is merciful in strange ways.
But she told me another. She told me about the land of kings. A place in the Nevernever where the weretigers run free across the fields. A place where we are kings.
To the rest of New York: the Morrigan told me a secret. I do not know my real family, but I am the last of the weretigers. I have birthed no children and kept no lovers. With me, the lineage ends, and I'm so, so sorry I couldn't offer new beginnings. It is my greatest failure.
To Egeria, my dragon, and the little sister I never had. Thank you for all your kindness and the mercy you showed the last of the weretigers. From raging dragon to fearless little girl, you will do this city proud. My bracelet is yours now. And my scarf, if you can find it. ;)
To Sam, the mother who took me in when I had nothing but her daughter to follow. Thank you for opening your heart and making a family out of these fragments. You have deserved every bit of magic in your soul. Best of luck. My jacket is yours now.
To Zilla, the little dragon we never expected but gladly took in. You have been nothing but a joy to spend time with. You have grown so fast and so quick, and whatever future comes for you, it will be magnificent. I know it. Thank you for letting me sneak you your first drink.
To my father, William Barrow, long ago you took in a child, and someone told you he was important. You gave me my first fields to run and my first game to hunt. You saw a beast and didn't shy away from the tiger. This deed is not forgotten, and neither are you.
To Roger, I'm uncertain if you're gone, because you were not simply any emissary, but America's. You epitomized the hope of America as you grew closer to the one's I love. You taught us what we could be, and knew we could get there. I hope I have done you that honor, my friend.
To Devin, I don't know if you're out there anymore. We met once last time under a starry, wooded sky. Now, I thank you again for your guidence when I first ran away to New York. You never deserved half the shit people gave you, but I only hope you're resting in peace at the end.
To Jo, the lycanthrope bear that could. When we met, we talked over sushi, and I knew that nothing would rise against you in defense of the ones you loved. I know you have watched over me like a distant cousin. I thank you for the safety you brought to the people around you.
To whomever it may concern: this is my dead man's switch. If you're reading this, it means I have perished, and this time, it is a one way trip.
I have messages to follow.