Zalu woke up, sweating from what could have been a nightmare. He looks around the room, sees his room in the Elune Rah base. Grabbing his journal, writing his thoughts down.

"To whom could be loosely called my team mates,

          By the time you find this letter, I shall be gone. The memories of this team haunt me. I fell in love with a figment of imagination, I spoke words of love to her. I guess it was just my luck to have the response be an act. The team is dead to me now. It's your fantasy, but I cannot comply. I have seen to much of the cruel reality this world holds to pretend anymore. I rejoined only to make Sami happy, but I will not stay at the expense of my own misery. You never needed me anyway, I was just a laughing stock, wasn't I? I had only blades, while you had your little powers. If you had lived my life, seen things through my eyes, you'd know how deep these blades truly cut. I wish you luck with your fantasies.

yours truly,
Zalu"

He lay his corduroy jacket on his desk, speaking as to comfort it.
"I lay you here, my old friend. You were from brighter days of this team" he sighed. "Perhaps you should be there for one of the darkest."

He put the note down and left the room, closing the door. He took one last look around, then head towards the exit. As he reached the very end, he drew the blade labeled 'Sami'. He paused as tears splashed upon it. He sighed deeply, then swung the blade as hard as he could against the wall. The sword shattered, the many shards falling to the ground. He looked, then walked out. "Goodbye, Elune-Rah. For this time, I shall not return..."