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"I remember like it was yesterday; back in that Gladiator camp in Nagrand. You were minding your own rodenty business, happily sniffing the rusted metal on the window bars when I grabbed ya by the tail with a strong desire to eat you. Granted, rat meat is not the finest cuisine one can have, but you were a beacon of light for my growling belly on that day.
As it turns out, you were more than that, Trevor. You became my trusted pet - he who guides me through peril with his unwavering lack of courage. The way you'd bury your head in the ground, it was a ritual. It was that one comforting action in a tough match that gave me the strength to fire off one of my amazing shots.
You and me were a team, buddy, and now you are gone. You have your little head buried in the fine white mist of a cloud in Heaven...
... which is where you truly belong.
Yours truly, Eagle-eye Vallant."