Dear Lucas,
So, sounds like a tough situation for you kid. Don't worry, I'm like you. My parents were killed on this mountain called Mt Itoi, The only friends I have now are some gang members. But they don't understand me, they're only with me for my protection. I've had a rough life, I've learned skills like how to pickpocket, how to fight and how to lie and cheat. Honestly kid, my life is being lived in hell. And there's nothin I can do about it. I practically rule my hometown, and it ain't fun kid.
Teddy
Dear Teddy,
Seems like there is much in common with us. My dear brother went 'missing' on a mountain, as my father would say, but everyone knows the truth; Claus is long gone. Those skills may sound like the dirty work of the devil, but do keep in mind you know how to do something, like lie efficiently.
I can't lie. I really can't. The only thing close to doing so, would be to keep my mouth shut and move on. No one really cares enough about me to give more than a questioning glance my way, then forget about me entirely. And I like that, very much. It means when the first weapons crate was destroyed, no one thought it could be a kid like 'cry baby Lucas', who, mind you, hasn't shed a tear since mother passed away.
I hope there isn't anyone I know around here...I don't want to spend my next three month sentence being harassed by bullies.
So your part of a gang then? I've seen a couple small ones here and there. Some of them even ask me to join. But I decline them; I don't want to be in any more crap with the Army than I already am. You and I share the feeling of being trapped, but unlike myself, you could set yourself free.
I know I'm not one to preach, but you must think you are a bad person Teddy. I can tell you've done terrible things in your life. Maybe you hated it, and maybe not. But answer me this Teddy; could such a 'bad person' like you find a letter written by some wimp like me, and respond back? Could this person also try to comfort someone like me? Let me ask you a question, have you ever wanted to do anything else in life? You know deep down the answers lie in your heart.
And with these letters tied around her neck, my pigeon flies away.
With hope you and I stay alive to continue this exchange,
Lucas
A/N: and so... the next round of letters begins
up next: Tony!
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that and QUON...
ok, bye for real this time.