Dear Maka,
I am writing this as my will. You see today we took on the witch but... I wont make it... I am writing this in hiding. I have to try and finish the battle. Even though I don't have my arm. But Maka papa loves you so very, very much. You are my sweet little angle and I want you to be happy. I know I wont be able to see my grandchildren but I'm sure you and that man (Soul) will make a wonderful family. Make your Papa proud Maka.
Love Papa.