The Man with No Name
( Part Thirty-Eight: Letters )
It's been a long time coming. I should have written you sooner, but hell got in the way.
Ravess searches the envelope thoroughly; adamant there is more to the letter than just two sheets of papers with handwriting on one side.
Tell her I'm sorry, but she's not getting the crystal back. It's useless now, which I'm sure she knows, but anyway…
The commander smiles at the words. For such a moody man, he rambles on with his notes.
The bounty is null and void once I turn myself in.
When is he coming home?
It's almost ten months since I left.
Idiot, it's almost a year. Stupid man can't even do his mathematics right.
There is more in the letter, but the single paragraph is saturated with needless words and sentiments. This is his way to express emotion, for Dark Ace is unable to speak feelings of apology out loud. He whines, he complains, but regret is rarely written on his face. It makes these pieces of paper all the more precious.
He gives no location, but says he is still in the boonies. Much is left out of his tale, and the holes are so big she can stick her entire arm inside, but is content with promised package. Master Cyclonis will be pleased that one of her two missing commanders will be returning soon.
I had some help out here. Taken in by some mechanic. Son of a bitch made me clean his entire shop twice before whipping my ass back into shape, all because I told him he makes the worst goddamn pot roast ever.
Ravess laughs and closes the letter while the last inscription burns happily into her mind.
He sends his regards.