Dear Edward,
The Promised Day is finally almost upon us. As much as I fear what will come of that day, I'm glad the wait is finally over. While I can be a patient man, all this sitting about and twiddling my thumbs has worn me thin.
I have concocted a plan with the team, and with support from General Grumman back east. I also anticipate the help of General Armstrong, though I know full well she'll be acting of her own accord. There's no teaming up with that woman; even so, the more force we have, the better. I'd rather her bully her way to the head of the charge than not have her help at all.
See, I'm not so egotistical, hmm?
Where will you be, in all this? Where will you finally show yourself? I've been trying to predict just that, but you've an almost unreadable mind, Edward. I can't say for sure what you'll do, let alone where or when you'll do it.
I do hope I see you. As optimistic as I'm trying to be, in all likelihood we won't all make it through. I could die just as easily as anyone else. Strange as it sounds, I've made my peace with that fact; I plan to uphold my promise to give my life for the good of this country, if necessary. But, should it come to that, I'd like to see your face at least one more time.
I'm counting down the hours, Edward. See you soon.
Yours,
Roy
