Disclaimer: I do not own Shoujo Kakumei Utena, and I am not sure in whose direction I ought to be groveling. Please forgive.
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Letter Delivered With A Black Rose's Petal
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My friend Ohtori Akio,
I hope this letter finds you well. Not that I am particularly concerned with your well-being, but it is rather hard to gloat over someone who might just as well be dead. No, my friend, this is far more delicious if you continue to live. Therefore, live by all means, if only in your peculiar little world.
Yes, my friend, it is your world. Your lady friend (All and any gods preserve the poor woman!) may own the academy grounds, but its soul belongs to you. The fine wrought iron gates, the magnificent rose gardens, and that amazing theater in the sky... these are all things of your creation. Be proud of it. Duelists, students, and faculty are things that come and go, (Another class graduates this month, I believe, excepting a certain young couple who, it seems, was graduated early.) but Chairman Ohtori shall be a part of it until his great revolution. Have yourself a fine one, my friend. With luck, you will even reach beyond the dreams in which you are enmeshed.
Yes, they are dreams. For a time, I did wonder why I was so quick to gain my proper age after leaving your academy, but now I understand: my time was never truly stopped. Recently, I had the pleasure of some very enlightening conversation with a young lady of our mutual acquaintance – one of those early graduations. To hear her tell it, you have been dealing in fantasies for so long that you can no longer see beyond them yourself. It seems that you have been so zealous in manipulating the power to revolutionize the world that you have forgotten that what you intend to change was all smoke and mirrors to begin with. Treasure your power of false miracles, my friend. It may be the only companion you have for a while.
By now, of course, you have realized that the Rose Bride won't be coming back. Your world no longer interests her, and there is the matter of that other early graduate.
Which brings us to the true point of this letter. It is something I feel that I should say to you in person, had I still any desire to associate myself with you and your world.
The way before you is no longer prepared. May you stew forever in your own juices.
Mikage.