"Sour, the *," Armored demands.

Why do you need it in the middle of the fight?

"I just now read the other posts and... he's frogotten me. I'm hoping my voice will jog his memory."

OK then, good luck.

*Hey, it's Armored again, borrowing the *. The following is an open letter to Reaper, in song form!

*(A sad, slightly romantic, piano theme plays)

*I still recall,
Way back when,
When we thought,
This tale had its end.

*When you smiled,
Everyday,
And held me,
In your loving embrace.

*But then we died,
And you changed,
You got caught up,
In his twisted game.

*I tried so hard,
To win your heart,
And get back,
The man I loved.

(The tone of the song becomes sadder.)

*But he's gone now,
Isn't he?
Please,
Don't forget me.

*I beg you,
If you're there,
Please,
Don't forget me.

*Your friends,
Care about you,
And I,
Still love you.

*Please,
Reaper,
I beg you,
Come back to us.

(The tone of the song becomes slightly agressive.)

*Pen damn this war!
That is starting,
That is taking,
You from me.

*All your pain,
Let me end it.
You can be happy,
Just don't forget.

*Even if you forget,
I will find a way,
To return you to,
Your friends and family.

*The ones who love you,
Would put the war aside,
If you'd put down your scythe,
And return to my side.

*Our happy ending,
Was within reach.
If only I don't hesiate,
Purposing.

*I still have the ring,
And the earing as well,
The one you gave me,
So we're never apart.

(The tune becomes incredibly depressing)

*But he's gone now,
Isn't he?
The man I loved,
Is gone.

*Now all,
That remains,
Is a husk,
Of obsession.

*Please Reaper,
I beg you,
I won't give up,
On you.

*Until I get there,
I beg you,
Please,
Don't forget me.