Hello again, slacker. It looks like you're smarter then I thought.
Besides, you're probably here wondering what the hell the point of all of this is. Why am I writing these dramatic letters, feeding them to you one peice at a time? I want you to think. I want you to think about all that you have done, in the Dark World and in our world and beyond that.
I want you to know EXACTLY what you've done. So you can finally realize.
I've said it's all your fault multiple times. You yourself need to admit that if Haou is ever to become Jaden again. It's something i realized from my imprisonment. Haou is Jaden, and Jaden is Haou. But….I'm hoping in this duel that you can figure that out and become one person again.
If not, congratulations you have a dead rival.
But never mind. I'm just repeating myself. Keep looking, you slacker.
Haou had found this one under the snowglobe. Trashing the room had an unintentional side effect, discovering more about his prisoner then hiding the evidence. There were cards under the bed. there were books that had creased corners. And most of all, there were these notes.
How he had gotten them in order, he did not know, but he trusted in Chazz's knowledge to have figured out a way.
"Did you really…..feel this way?" Haou ran his fingers, now out of thier gloves, over the stroke marks. Each one of them seemed to radiate with an anger still embedded in the page. He had such….strong feelings, but there was not a clue….
The letter dropped, settling on the glass diamonds scattered all over the floor. He had tried to shatter the snowglobe, only to remember he'd enchanted it to make it unbreakable.