Hey, this is my first AGATB one-shot(really short!) on so be nice! And Sugi, since I have a feeling you'll end up reading this, tell me if it's okay or not, k? And don't be nice, tell me if Kartik is out of character of somethin'!

Disclaimer: Libba is not my first name, got it?

Words Rewritten

Dear Gemma,

As it had been a month since I've last talked to you face to face, I thought it a good idea to check up on you. Although I do know you can take care of yourself, as you would want me to think. I am well. The Rakshana have not found me as of yet. I have reason to believe that they and your Miss McCleethy have had some sort of disagreement and are more preoccupied with their feud than the location of I. With hope, this also removes some of the unwanted attention on yourself. If my suspicions are correct, they have become more leant with the lack of comradeship flowing between them now.

As I have previously said, I am well. Though I will confess: hiding is sometimes monotonous. Often times I take up work around the area; families are always in need of hard laborers. Just the other day I learned to build a fountain base from a troupe of Italian men. They told me of their homeland and families. From the way they described it, Italy is a lovely country with good food and many works of art. All their nostalgia caused me, too, to long for my home. They also taught me to carve minuscule marble figurines. After several painfully grim looking shapes, I was able to produce a roughly made elephant. Enough of my restlessness, more important things are to be discussed.

Whether or not you are still being watched, you must remain cautious. I am sure you tire of hearing this. If I know you, which I am fairly certain I do, you think me repetitious and lecturing, but it is for your own good. At the present time I cannot leave London; the weather should progress in a few months and I may be able to travel to Spence then, but until that time, I am stationary.

I need you to promise me you will not be rash until I can be closer (for I know you cannot help but be). I could never forgive myself if you were captured and harmed. My nightmares entail visions of your lovely green eyes staring and glazed over, your beautiful crimson locks tangled and wet with blood, and your full, soft lips—

—crumple, crumple—

Dear Gemma,

I hope you are well. I myself am, having been doing odd jobs around the neighborhood I am staying in. I believe the Rakshana have bigger problems than us at the time being, and so forth may have lessened the security on yourself and I. Still, we need to remain calm and calculating and not do anything rash. I could never forgive myself if one inch of your lovely alabaster skin was—

—sigh, crumple, crumple—

Miss Doyle–

You must still remain careful, even though it seems the worst is over now. I am fune and hope you are as well. I may be seeing you in the upcoming months.

---- Kartik