Dearest Edward,
It was lovely to have you stop by before you left for Risembool. Of course, life can never align quite perfectly, and I find myself wishing you'd waited just a few more days to head out.
You'll never guess who stopped by yesterday—Dr. Marcoh. For all the world, I'd never have expected him to still have a Philosopher's Stone, or for him to propose healing me with it.
I hope you won't be upset to know I accepted his offer. I did ask him to give Havoc back the use of his legs, first, and then I allowed the doctor to do his work on me. While I understand why you wouldn't use a Philosopher's Stone to fix your own body, I couldn't bring myself to refuse. The souls of the Ishvalans inside that Stone would never return to a body again, and in my mind the only way to free them would be to use their energy. Given that I intend to devote myself fully to restoring their country, I felt justified in bringing my sight back.
That means if you had just stayed in Central a bit longer, I could have actually seen you one last time. Even now, with you long gone, I'm dying to look on your face again.
I will confess, your absence has hit me harder than it should. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and in my case that seems to be rather unfortunately true. I already miss you terribly, but I understand that you've a real life to lead now. It would be selfish of me to ask you to return.
As much as it pains me to be away from you, I hope your fresh start yields you nothing but utmost happiness.
Ever yours,
Roy