Sweetheart, I knew you as T’Challa.

Warrior and leader, brother and son, friend and enemy, flawed character, hero, King.

You became dust, in a snap of the fingers. And then, at the end of the world, you came back.

I know that you were not the man T’Challa. I understand the difference between reality and fiction, between movies and comics and real life. I only ever saw your face in two dimensions, and in pictures. But behind that camera was a man, and behind those smiling eyes there was a spirit.

That spirit gave T’Challa life, in a way that nobody else could. Stories have power, and you knew this. You knew what you were doing. When you were T’Challa, and when you were Jessie, and when you were James, too.

Even in the middle of your own invisible battle, you knew exactly what you were doing, and you did what you did so well.

That was a gift, to every child in the universe. But especially to the children who needed to see you the most.

Rest in peace and rest in power, dear one.

🖤

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