[Backdated to the Dirty Little Secrets Virus]
My body is slowly breaking down, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. The draining of my Philosopher's Stone core and the battle against the Father has placed too much of a strain on me. Eventually, my cells will no longer be able to regenerate, and I will die. I can already feel the effects weakening me, slowly but surely...
I don't know how much time I have left. A year? Two, at the most. It's hard to say. All I know is that I won't live long enough to see my children have families of their own, and this saddens me greatly.
I didn't want to tell them because I thought it would be kinder not to, but in reality... I think I was simply running away.
Even now, I'm still such a coward...