Dear Edward,

I had another conversation with General Armstrong today, under the pretense of congratulating her on her recent endeavors. Of course, you won't have heard, but she managed to beat out Major Armstrong and has won herself the honor of being head of the Armstrong family. Can you imagine?

In reality, of course, we were finalizing some plans for the Promised Day. She sure is a touchy woman. Inappropriate as it is, given the circumstances, I still couldn't help but enjoy teasing her.

General Armstrong reminds me of you, in that regard. You both get riled up so easily, and just have the most hilariously indignant expressions! Don't worry, though, Ed. You're still my favorite.

As the hour of reckoning grows ever closer, I…this is going to sound ridiculous. I somehow sense you getting nearer. Of course, every logical part of me knows that's absolute rubbish, and yet I can't rid myself of this lingering feeling. Everything and everyone is coming, for better or worse.

I'm waiting.

Yours,

Roy