[He offers to hold the babies, trading them for Hilda's letter. Inside, it's written in her slightly sloppy but loopy handwriting.]
Dear Silver,
If you found this and pieced it together from scraps in the trash, then why are you digging in the trash? Gross! If you found this in my desk before we go the hospital, then close this thing right now and mind your own business, fuck!
If you found this because I'm dead, then I'm not that surprised. I had a feeling something might go wrong with the pregnancy, so I've set some things up just in case. First of all, my bank account uses your name and the date we met each other for the first time (the castelia date, not the nimbasa date) as a password. I've saved up everything I possibly could, and given you full rights to access it. Second of all, I told my Pokémon about it since you're going to need their help instead of them needing you. And third of all, I've already set up the stuff for funeral things, found a good cheap place so it won't break the bank and you can take care of the baby without me.
I give you total permission to find some other girl or boy to be the stepmom or stepdad. Even if I doubt you'll do something like that, just know that the answer is "yeah go for it, I don't give a fuck I'm dead". Whatever you think is best for the kids, that's the best answer and that's what I'd agree with.
And no matter what, Silver, it isn't your fault. I don't care if you broke my neck yourself, no matter what, you had nothing wrong to do with anything. And if you did, then I'll deal with you after you die of a ripe old age of 60+. (Seriously you stay alive for those kids as long as you can or I will make your afterlife half an eternity of black eyes.)
I love you. Even if I do die, and even as I'm writing this thinking that I will, I don't regret a single thing. If I die and the baby lives, then I'm dying happier than I've ever been in my life, and you should be happy too. Aside from the fact that I'm dead, it's okay to be sad about that as long as you're also happy about our kid.
I don't know what else to say other than keep the ring and keep my hat if you want. Get me cremated, I don't want to be a creepy rotting corpse in the ground.
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Dear Silver,
If you found this and pieced it together from scraps in the trash, then why are you digging in the trash? Gross! If you found this in my desk before we go the hospital, then close this thing right now and mind your own business, fuck!
If you found this because I'm dead, then I'm not that surprised. I had a feeling something might go wrong with the pregnancy, so I've set some things up just in case. First of all, my bank account uses your name and the date we met each other for the first time (the castelia date, not the nimbasa date) as a password. I've saved up everything I possibly could, and given you full rights to access it. Second of all, I told my Pokémon about it since you're going to need their help instead of them needing you. And third of all, I've already set up the stuff for funeral things, found a good cheap place so it won't break the bank and you can take care of the baby without me.
I give you total permission to find some other girl or boy to be the stepmom or stepdad. Even if I doubt you'll do something like that, just know that the answer is "yeah go for it, I don't give a fuck I'm dead". Whatever you think is best for the kids, that's the best answer and that's what I'd agree with.
And no matter what, Silver, it isn't your fault. I don't care if you broke my neck yourself, no matter what, you had nothing wrong to do with anything. And if you did, then I'll deal with you after you die of a ripe old age of 60+. (Seriously you stay alive for those kids as long as you can or I will make your afterlife half an eternity of black eyes.)
I love you. Even if I do die, and even as I'm writing this thinking that I will, I don't regret a single thing. If I die and the baby lives, then I'm dying happier than I've ever been in my life, and you should be happy too. Aside from the fact that I'm dead, it's okay to be sad about that as long as you're also happy about our kid.
I don't know what else to say other than keep the ring and keep my hat if you want. Get me cremated, I don't want to be a creepy rotting corpse in the ground.
I love you, and say hi to the kids;
Hilda