In account of our recent narrow escape with the authorities, I am writing you this letter in hopes of alleviating my own worries and doubts over these troubles. Your passing will always be remembered in each of our own hearts, an event which punctured gaping holes through our souls as we live our lives with great sorrow. Nevertheless, I wish to bring you news which somehow might entertain you in the afterlife.
You are most certainly right in your predictions. I am greatly sorry for the trouble I had caused, and up to this day I do not spend a single second not brooding over the fact of how I am responsible of such catastrophe. Tom had told me that we will have to take on separate ways and wear new identities— something that inevitably disheartens me. We still have no contact of our cunt of a woman Ikaruga, nor do I have any intention to build a connection with that harridan.
The worst of days and nights have come to us in your passing.
Sabine