Katsuo,
I'm so glad you're alive. Watching you in the Games was awful. I hated watching you get hurt. You were so hurt that you had to spend a few days in my wing, though, so at least we were able to see each other before you got moved.
I know you probably hate me because I never said goodbye. I'm sorry for leaving you - I didn't mean to. I still don't know what happened. I went to bed that night, and I woke up on a train with my tongue cut out. They put me in medical training, because that was where they needed more of us- they prefer that we do the dirtier tasks- and I've been working here ever since. I never wanted to leave, I promise.
I think about you a lot. I wasn't surprised at all when you got the Volunteer spot. I knew you'd get it. I miss ballet a lot. Sometimes I do a few steps here and there or before bed. I miss dancing with you.
I don't know if I'll ever you again. But you kept trying to talk to me and I can't talk back so this is the best I could do. I'm really glad you're okay. Getting to see you one more time was more than I could ask for. It's been really hard since I left One. This helped.
Love,
Hideo