I will. I can almost write now, and I promise I'll go to school for real this time when I get home so I can get better at it. I'll make a list of stuff to tell you.

[He thinks maybe it'll help him pay more attention, anyways, and listen better and slow down. Maybe that's a start. All he knows is he has to at least prove that he learned something, that even having messed up so much he can still achieve the only thing he was meant to do from the start-- that he's good enough on his own to become real.]

And I'll visit a whole lot. Whenever I can. That way you can still sorta see, right?

[It isn't the same, not at all, and if he'd gotten a choice it's the last thing he would've wanted, but. You can't change everything, no matter how much you want to or how unfair it is. He's figured that out now, now that so much has happened. There's something to be said about learning from past mistakes but he's too tired for any sort of lesson anymore, he just wants to see him while he still can.]

Plus it's pretty here. I bet it'll be fun, I bet time will go super fast.

[It's too nice here to be sad, at least. He doesn't want him to feel bad when there's still something to be hopeful about, even if it's hard for Pinocchio to sound as optimistic as he wants to.]