Dear Mr. Jones,

Now that I have finally gathered my wits about me, I have gathered the courage to contact you after our recent debacle. I wish to know that this letter I am writing is not on the orders of my king nor of any politician within the British Government. This was also not on the behalf of my nation- my empire. This is on the matter of what has recently descended upon us. On this revolution- and on its recent and violent crescendo.

As you know, our once great brotherhood has recently been expunged. And recently I have found myself pondering on the termination of our bond and, Mr. Jones, I have found that I have learned great deal of lessons from you. First, though I must congratulate you- you have broken me. You-and the frog- have been the only ones to accomplish such a feat.

As of what I have learned I must thank you for. You have taught me to never put your colonies people before your own. You have taught to not help my country stabilize its economy after a world-wide war! Finally, and this part of my fault, I have learned to not think fondly of any colony. Of any nation! You, my brother, have expelled our brotherhood into an ever-consuming fire! You twat! You pompous idiotic boy!

I was you brother!

Arthur Kirkland.