Disclaimer: Still the same. In light of having to type this a million times, you know the drill, so no more shall it be seen!

Nicolas,

Don't worry, I remember you. You never could do anything with the unruly hair of your's. It had to be that horrid place that reminded you of me, didn't it? I'm actually quite glad to hear from you. I'm delighted to know of your success in Paris. Maybe I can visit you one day.

How am I? Wretched could sum it up in a word. I've no friends in this house aside from Mother, and she is very ill, so no help in my defense. Father is being cruel as always, and my brothers as well. I've done everything they ask, and yet I get no thanks, no praise. He regrets me, and it's obvious.

I want to study and be an actor Nicolas, not some eternal child locked away in his room until he's needed to play slave. I want to escape, but I can't just leave Mother. She needs me, and I her. I don't know what I'll do, now or then. I'm sorry to lay all this at your feet. This was supposed to be a joyful reunion of friends.

I wish you well Nicolas,

Lestat de Lioncourt