[To Alejandro Benjazar, via Courier.]

[Vegan_Snickerdoodles]

[A letter, previously left with instructions at the League of White, would be delivered to Alejandro.]

Alejandro,

     
     I write this to you as the Council prepares to assemble. My name has come up to go and I had already decided to volunteer, and so I will. I am in the League office writing them a note, so I will ask them to send this to you if the worst should occur, as time is short.

     If you are reading it, I am gone. I am sorry that you must lose another friend, but know that I did not do this on a whim. For politics I had little talent, and little motivation by now. This you noticed in my last campaign. But Ephia's Well I have embraced as my home, and if I am not willing to go, I have no business seeking to lead.

     Athelia goes also on this mission and my place is with her, just as hers is with me. If I do not come back, and she does, please look out for her as best as you are able. Tell her I am sorry to leave her, but that I would die for her just as she would for me. She should think less of me, and I would think less of myself, if I let her go alone. Do not let her feel guilt from this, however; I thought heavily on it, and it was my choice and desire to join.

     Tell Bashir that I cherished his friendship, as I did yours, even if I was a mope about it at times. Samton will be wroth should he return, but many more will pass in this thing, and he is a soldier. If you are able, help see that his losses motivate him productively; towards defending our home.

     I know not who runs for White. I doubt that you want to, but if you do I wish you luck. Miro perhaps could, or she can help whoever does. If she continues to work with the League, direct her to Argent Argyris, the Gold, where she may find an opportunity.

     When I woke in this place I was miserable, and quiet. I rejected it, and wished only for the home I had lost. I refused to accept that this could be one, and kept my head down. I wished only to be safely uninvolved, expecting that somehow I might return, and would betray my true home to set roots. This changed, slowly. It changed for many reasons, but the friendship shown to me by the few I spoke to in those days helped me to see that there was plenty here for me. You were one of those people, and for this place which can uplift the lost and the unhappy, that they might have home again, I will stake my life.


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Akna