March 20th, 1915
Dear Father,
I've received your recent letter. I can't quite believe I've earned your
forgiveness just yet, but I am grateful. I think I might be able to start believing
it, if even a little.
I've made a few new...friends, in the past few months. I'm eager to have you
meet them next month during the negotiations. There's Ruby, who's regaining
her strength every single day. Weiss, who is now a duchess but refuses to let us
tease her about it. And then there's Yang.
I can't really put her into words. Anytime I try, I fail spectacularly. You'll have to
meet her for yourself, but I think you'll love her as much as I do.
We've been uncovering more and more about Sienna's plans. That she planned
to burn down the Moulin Rouge from the beginning. That she worked with
human carpenters to set the stage with flammable paint, and soak the
tapestries in oil.
Ilia knew it all from the beginning. I don't...I don't know what's happened to her
at all.
But I know that I'm grateful the people I love are unharmed. And the people
who were harmed will get their justice.
Weiss and I will make sure of it.
Well, all four of us will, actually.
Ruby and Yang are talented in a myriad of different ways. I think they'll end up
putting their underworld talents to the test with this.
It's a life I never even dreamed of, but perhaps we can make something from
the ashes of the Moulin Rouge.
Perhaps we can make something out of the ashes of ourselves.
It may change, but maybe that's the fun of living.
To change with the wind, but still hold those you love close. To change with
them.
I think I'd like that, if it were true.
As always, give my love to mother. I'm excited to feel like your daughter again.
All my love,
Blake