I love the twin letters they wrote to each other. You did this so well, Red--it could have been schmaltzy, but it wasn't. It was just... they were connected, they were on the same wavelength. And that came through.

How sweet the letters are, and how desperately sad. But I agree--they are both growing during this separation, and thank goodness they're growing in ways that will bring them closer instead of pulling them apart. Because sometimes that happens, too.
The one he wrote after the ambush. Guh. It brought back all of the fear, all of the pain that I felt when I read the chapter the first time. But it did something else, too. For one thing, you (through Mick) give a really good description of a vampire's outlook toward pain and injury. This is something that I've always had trouble with, since pain hurts me for a long time. (Duh.) But the way Mick describes it in his letter finally helped me "get" it. OK, that works for me. So thank you for that. And thank Mick, too.

Second, although Mick doesn't pull any punches in describing what happened (after all, he knows that Josef told Beth about it), he works his way through the incident and firmly puts it behind him in this letter. And he acknowledges that what he and Beth are doing in parallel is dangerous, but worth the danger--and he's reassured and heartened by the fact that, even separated, even under these horrible circumstances, they are still a good team.
The part that got to me most was when he apologized for that momentary wish to let it all just stop. He apologized to Beth for even contemplating giving up. And I'm sure when Beth read that letter, she had to stop for a little while...because she couldn't see through the tears. That's love...
that's devotion.
Reading the part of Mick's letter where he describes finally going into their room... well, I lost it again there. It kept reminding me of the line at the end of Fever where Mick says, "Maybe it was her blood in my veins that let me feel her. The beating of her very living heart. Or maybe, we've always been connected." And in this letter, Mick comes to the right conclusion.
A connection that strong can't be broken - not by pain, by separation, by fear, by time. It goes on. We go on.
Oh, I swear, you'll be the death of me... but it's a lovely way to go.
