[Kaden winces at his words. Oh no. No he can't address a goddess like that. Shit, shitshitshit, he thinks, and not for the first time today. Not for the first time this week. Chances were there'd be more thoughts of shitshitshit to come, too!
Augh. Okay. Right. Where to start. Kaden stares at the screen for a bit (it's cracked, it's his old screen, but at least its familiar?) and then opens up a new tab and Googles some formal writing tips, some different ways to address people... like her.
There are two problems here. One: there are no people like her. Two: all the suggestions sound like lies, and Kaden learned a long time ago that if you're going to lie to someone, you make everything sound as close to the truth as possible. And truth is, he doesn't know how to address her and he's caught somewhere between awkward and awe-filled and, well, maybe that's the tone he should go with.]
[Yes, that sounds okay, he thinks, and lets out a sigh that tries to untangle some of the anxiety knotted all through his chest. At least this next bit is genuine, completely, utterly, unbelievably genuine.]
Marcie is so so lucky to have you as a step mom, and I wanna say thank you, even though that feels a little weird to say thank you for being so incredible to your step-daughter but, thank you for being so incredible to your step daughter. Thank you for helping to save her life. Can I offer you something? What would you like?
[He'd thought about a little shrine, but the idea of a shrine to her in a place like the Hole felt really disrespectful. It was too dirty here, too broken. She was so beautiful, she should have something beautiful, but Kaden didn't think there was anything he could do or make or even think that would come close to the kind of beauty she was used to.]
Speaking of... gifts and things, I thought I better tell you that the new phone you gave me got stolen at school, so if you see me posting any things that aren't looking as good, that's why, and thank you so much for being so generous and sorry for not looking after it better, I should've done, it's so shitty, and... yeah, I'm just really sorry.
[He thinks that sounds okay. Well no, it doesn't sound okay. But he thinks that's the tone he needs to hit. Some of its true: he is sorry he doesn't have the phone anymore, and he is grateful... but yeah, like he learned a long time ago, you gotta sneak in the lies all disguised up in truth.]