Letters
My dearest Wren,
I could not be cross with you, not in a time such as this. You despise pity, so I shall avoid that as well. All that is left is admiration. Of which I have much for you.
You have stared evil itself in the face and chose mercy.
You watched two men die this morning and had the fortitude to walk with your chin held high.
You are stronger than anyone on this island, myself included.
I will not pretend that your situation is not difficult, but do not think yourself too weak for the task.
If it is success that you wish for, I will aid you the best I can. And if that proves too trying … perhaps we could discuss another option. One that would dispel your fears and give you freedom to choose a life for yourself.
Whatever your path, know that I am here beside you. And please do not grow weary of doing good, dearest, for you are one of the only lights left on this dreary island. I would be lost without you.
Yours,
Castien