Dear Rip and all the rest,
You're welcome, I guess. Like I said, kids don't belong in cages, so it's not like we could just leave you there. I'm sure you would have done the same thing for us.
When my Voice told me to check the mail, I didn't know what to think. Getting your letter was the last thing we expected. After splitting up in New York, our lives got a little more hectic, but we still wondered about you. It's nice to know that you managed to survive…I don't know what to say about the ones that didn't make it. Maybe there's nothing I can say.
We never heard a word about experiments being kept elsewhere. We were kind of hoping that the School was the only facility. But why have one when you can have two? The jerks that created us always seem to have one more trick up their sleeves.
In regards to your name, yeesh. A lot has happened to us, but we've never been an Eraser's chewtoy. And I say that with the deepest respect for what you've gone through. Personal hells must be part of the genetic-experiment package.
You're right; we were created for different reasons, but that doesn't change the fact that we're more alike than we realize. You will always have us as your allies, no matter what happens.
Angel's mind-power keeps growing every day, but she's not sure yet if she can contact another telepath, if that's what Savvy is. She says she'll keep trying.
And just so you know, we're rooting for you, too.
Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, and Total too.