Role

Chapter 1

ancient stones of the container are sealed to never let the elements touch it.
It's cared for as if exposure to any air would ruin everything.]

Darmy Baby,

Come back to us. We miss you. What happened when you were younger, that
misunderstanding, I'll be the first to admit that you didn't deserve that
weight on you. You were so unprepared for what happened to you and I want to
extend the olive branch of peace. Please, come back home to us.

These ideas of the Empire saving you, of a final last gasp of civilization,
rallied beneath the stony ramparts of the Imperial Lands, they're unhealthy.
You belong back here, with me. We only have each other in this world and I
want you to know that grudges are something that have no place between two
people who truly understand each other.

You're throwing away so much potential by joining the Empire and using this
fake act of some final battle that will save humanity. You don't believe it, I
don't believe it, and we both know that it's not true. I understand your hurt,
and the anger, the arguments we had. But please, just remember: Darmy Baby,
you aren't meant for this dangerous plot of yours.

Those cruel treatments in the Arkham Sanitarium don't make who you are today.
Just remember that and always think towards the future.


Those who love you,
foam, obliterating the signature through the salt and constant wash.]