Dear Scarlett,

I have not written a letter to you in years. I have not been able to come to terms with your death, until now. Raymond has asked me to write down my feelings as it might help me get over my conflicting emotions. I want to return to you, but there are still things I have to take care of before I can. I wish to be already finished with it all, I wish to hold you again, to run my fingers through your beautiful red hair again, but alas, I guess I'll have to wait for my time to die. So much has happened after you left, but the day you did, you took my sanity with you. I have not been the man you used to love, nor will I be the man you deserve ever again, but I still am a man that loves you, with my every being. Though maybe what I felt for you wasn't love, but rather lust? I don't know any more, what I do know though, is that I wish to tell you everything that happened until now.

The day you died, I just returned from a work trip with Raymond, when I saw the tragedy happen. I don't recall what happened after, just that I awoke at the police station. They questioned me. I may have a tendency to get bored easily, but I swear I would never just kill the people I get bored of, especially not you and our daughter. Well, the police didn't believe me, why would they? I didn't have prove that I wasn't home when it happened. I used to have nightmares about this, they have now just become something I'm accustomed to. I haven't slept well in a long while, for what feels like an eternity. The nightmares are just that, dreams that haunt me, not even the wealth I have acquired and the art pieces of you have calmed my troubled mind. I keep telling me that I could've saved you if I hadn't left a month earlier. We could've still be happy, I wouldn't have wanted revenge, I could've lived a normal life, but this is just wishful thinking.

I have reunited with my brother, in a way. I was looking for all the holy Azran places: The garden of Healing of Misthallery, The City of Harmony Ambrosia and the infinite Vault of Akbadain, I managed to find two, but they were taken from me by Targent, and my brother has kept me from uncovering the golden garden. I don't blame him though. I did do a lot of damage. Hershel Layton, the man that opposed me all the time, uncovered Ambrosia. I just managed to find the Island where it was located once. You would've loved it there, Scarlett. It was beautiful, and all I lacked was my queen. Mister Whistler asked me for help with his daughter's sickness. I initially didn't want to help, but then he mentioned that he only had her left and didn't want to lose her. I agreed but he had to write an opera about Ambrosia and the eternal life, for me. I invested quite a lot of money in that project, but it turned out that people love the idea of living forever. I have already decided that eternal life means nothing without you. Well, that's not all that I have done in my life since you left. Well, after the tragedy, I found something out that I just can't forgive myself for. I'm sure you're aware of it, and I can't bring myself to write it down. Anyway, I had taken up the mantle of Desmond Sycamore once again after discovering an ancient Azran ruin in a city on top of the mountains. With the discovery attached was a girl, her name was Aurora, she was the last one of the Azran. She kind of reminded me of our daughter. Scarlett, I bet you would've liked her. Anyway, Layton, Raymond, Aurora and I travelled around the world to find the keystones to the Azran sanctuary. Want to know what happened? It was a trap, the sanctuary wasn't something great and powerful to help humanity, as you had theorised with me when I told you about it years ago. It released golems that destroyed everything in their path. Aurora told us the only way to stop them was to interrupt the beams of light that shone on the crystals inside the huge hall. Before that she reminded me of you and Penny, and what you would've wanted me to do. You were always the bigger person, always compelling me to do the right thing. I honestly don't care what happens to the world, I didn't at that time, and I don't now, however, knowing you, you always cared. You cared about so many things, even about people that you didn't like, it was your nature. You have always been kind and caring, I guess that's what made me fall in love with you, you have always been so kind to everyone, even me, even when I didn't deserve it. I decided to help, not because I cared, but because you would've done it without hesitation. I don't know what happened, but when I looked around I could see a field of flowers, and I heard your voice. Another voice however said that it wasn't my time to leave this world yet. As I opened my eyes again, I was in that huge hall again. I just couldn't leave the knowledge in those halls to fall into someone else's hands, so I took it for myself. It didn't bring me closer to you, but I at least could disappear without hurting anyone more.

Now that I am technically dead, I can do whatever I want. I have done so before, but the only thing I want to do now is build a Castle for you, just like I promised. I know that I said it as a joke, but I was kind of serious when I proclaimed that I would build it for you. I will make it into a museum and probably let people that need a save haven come and live on the land. I just want to honour your memory, Scarlett. You have been my greatest inspiration all this time, and everything I did up to this point has been for you, to finally be reunited with you.

Well, now I'm sitting here at 1 am at night, writing a letter to you that you will never get, but I still have to tell you something that I never had the courage to tell you before that fateful day, before today. You have given me a love as pure as a flower blooming, and for that I am grateful. I wouldn't trade the years we had together for anything in the world, even though our love was short lived. I still love you, and I hope that one day, maybe, we can be reunited. Maybe we could love each other in a next life again. I hope to be a better husband than I was before.

This is my final good-bye to you, my love. I hope you can forgive the crimes I committed to see you again.

With love,

Jean

Desmond