MAIL TIME MAIL TIME DEAD MAAAAAAIL TIIIIIIME

[onefuture]

[Lif's room is...well, honestly kind of a disaster. There seems to be torn apart paper all over the floor, and the parts of The Dreaded Knarrevik scattered about the floor. It looks like he tried to do something with it but well. He didn't get very far. The only things that look even relatively organized are the small stack of books on his bed (of various subjects, not limited to any in particular), and perhaps the main event...

Some neatly written letters, folded with care on top of his desk.

Feel free to take a look! It's not like he's here to say otherwise, anyway.]

Comments

ANNA

[onefuture]

Anna,

I imagine that if you've found this, it's because I'm dead for one reason or another. Hopefully I didn't do something asinine to die, but I suppose I wouldn't put it past myself.

I simply hope that you're able to make it out alive; your magecraft sounds incredible, and I hope that the world is able to bear witness to your talents.

- Líf

WILLIAM (BIRKIN)

[onefuture]

William,

If you've found this, then one way or another, I've died. It's a shame, but I suppose that there's little that can be done about it.

You were interesting company to keep, and I can't say I didn't appreciate it in these trying times. I only hope that you manage to keep yourself safe, and be reunited with Annette and Sherry soon.

- Líf

P.S. I did promise you a picture of my family, so here. I couldn't get it to look right, but hopefully it will suffice as an exchange.

[And what Birkin will find is a rather nice sketch of a happy family of three; a gruff looking older man, a bright and chipper older woman, and a familiar girl all stand together, the mother and father's arms around both the girl, and the girl has a very bright smile upon her face. They're as happy as can be, and even if the sketch is very much unfinished (there looks like there's some unfinished cross-hatching here and there), it's very clear the level of detail that got put into this.]

MIRA

[onefuture]

Mira,

If you've found this, then I've died, one way or another. It's unfortunate, but that does simply seem to be how life is, and I do apologize.

Make it out of here alive, Mira. Guard your heart, if you must; you have to protect yourself by any means necessary. I don't want to see you end up where my sister and your brother are; you deserve to live your life to the fullest.

- Líf

AELA...?

[onefuture]

[Oddly enough, if you look through the paper on the floor here, there's a consistent theme with some of them; they were written out in Lif's handwriting, and they mention Aela. It seems he must have written a letter for her too, though it's torn up beyond quite a bit of recognition.

Even more oddly, however...there's scraps of red paper, among some of the other paper. This pile appears to have been torn apart with extreme prejudice, and there's quite a bit of both the red paper and the paper within. It's likely not hard to tell what any of it was; those secrets did come in rather strong packaging, after all, but any contents are torn beyond any sort of recognition.]

SHARENA

[onefuture]

My dear Sharena,

If this has managed to reach you, one way or another, then I was unable to save you. I died as I lived; useless to the world at large, only serving to bring death and ruin where ever I were to go. Sometimes I wonder if you're able to see me; to watch how far I've descended into this madness, how I've lost my mind. Losing you, losing Kiran, losing everything...it turned me into this foul creature, a man who kills and kills and kills in the hope that I may be able to balance the cohort of the dead. I became so desperate to save you all that I threw away everything that I was. I threw away my name, my sanity, every part of me that would keep me from doing this, all for you. For all of you. I could weep and repent for what's left of this miserable existence, but it would never wash away the sins I've committed. These are the sins I shall live and die with.

All you need to know of this place is that it was insidious. I'm thankful that you were never taken here; you would have been hurt by those who wished to use you, and I would tear this whole facility asunder in order to right that wrong again. But know this; Alfonse, the brother you once loved, died long ago. And the creature that replaced him has finally perished along with him.

I only beg this much of you, my dear sister. Never forgive me for all that I've done. I've killed far too many people to be forgiven, and I have likely added one more notch to Sökkvabekkr for the life I've taken today. I only hope that Hel will allow you to find peace, and that you may never be hurt if she sees no use for you.

I love you so very much, Sharena. I am only sorry that I never got to see your face, one last time.

- Líf