MassiveLoser
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(The letters wrought in UU-Approved Ink was tailored long ago; the recipients of this letter, however, they obtained it at the time, destroyed the note after reading. Crafted in fluent Japanese, the letter did write as follows: no meta minges)
Mother, I address this letter to you with certainty, for my oldest friend would not rebuke me this final honour.
Although I wish it different, the inevitable has occurred and naturally like the current of time I am bound to its dictates; would it be so that I may remain with you and that I might help protect our family, even if so many have fallen, I vowed to you once that I would not repeat my mistakes before the world changed forever. It was my err in this spiritual duty that demands I write this letter, for it does not serve simply as a goodbye, but a reiteration of the promises I made to you all those years ago.
Mother, I have always been a foul-mouthed, troubled boy. The day I was inked was the day I truly understood what it meant to be a man; it is to make the changes you want to make and weather the circumstances that additionally fuel them. I did many deeds as a Yakuza, I must admit not all of them I recall with a fondness, and yet I believe the spirits will forgive me for any transgressions, as I do not believe there is any higher honour than that of serving one's family. I remember so clearly the moment you knew that I had changed, that the boy no longer held the reins of your third oldest son, I know you expected more from me as the man I became, but still, I feel I failed. When the Universal Union descended on our world, I think perhaps then I grasped the complexities of manhood, the various threads that need be grasped if I am to ensure the safety of the few things that remain dear to me on this planet.
Mother, I go onward now to another city. Reason tells me this place will be far-flung from the land we once called home, though I refuse to say this is the end of my service to our family, nor the end of the privilege that it is to be your son. Even if you cannot see me, dear mother, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. To keep sister safe, to keep brother safe too.
I hope you can forgive me that this letter is briefer than words in person would have been, but my time is pitifully short. Perhaps I should have spent more time cleaning the streets and working additional hours than I did pursue other forms of protection for you, maybe then I would have the correct armband to have a longer grace period before I leave... my folly, and one I shan't repeat again. With this letter lay two more, mother. One belongs to my sister and the other my brother; I do not know when you would be able to offer them my ramblings, but if one day the opportunity is open to you, it would bring me great joy to know that they have received them.
But this is the end of my letter, mother. But it is not the end of our family, for as long as my lungs do draw breath I will do everything in my power to make sure we survive; whatever the needs may be, I shall match them.
Yours,
S.
Mother, I address this letter to you with certainty, for my oldest friend would not rebuke me this final honour.
Although I wish it different, the inevitable has occurred and naturally like the current of time I am bound to its dictates; would it be so that I may remain with you and that I might help protect our family, even if so many have fallen, I vowed to you once that I would not repeat my mistakes before the world changed forever. It was my err in this spiritual duty that demands I write this letter, for it does not serve simply as a goodbye, but a reiteration of the promises I made to you all those years ago.
Mother, I have always been a foul-mouthed, troubled boy. The day I was inked was the day I truly understood what it meant to be a man; it is to make the changes you want to make and weather the circumstances that additionally fuel them. I did many deeds as a Yakuza, I must admit not all of them I recall with a fondness, and yet I believe the spirits will forgive me for any transgressions, as I do not believe there is any higher honour than that of serving one's family. I remember so clearly the moment you knew that I had changed, that the boy no longer held the reins of your third oldest son, I know you expected more from me as the man I became, but still, I feel I failed. When the Universal Union descended on our world, I think perhaps then I grasped the complexities of manhood, the various threads that need be grasped if I am to ensure the safety of the few things that remain dear to me on this planet.
Mother, I go onward now to another city. Reason tells me this place will be far-flung from the land we once called home, though I refuse to say this is the end of my service to our family, nor the end of the privilege that it is to be your son. Even if you cannot see me, dear mother, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. To keep sister safe, to keep brother safe too.
I hope you can forgive me that this letter is briefer than words in person would have been, but my time is pitifully short. Perhaps I should have spent more time cleaning the streets and working additional hours than I did pursue other forms of protection for you, maybe then I would have the correct armband to have a longer grace period before I leave... my folly, and one I shan't repeat again. With this letter lay two more, mother. One belongs to my sister and the other my brother; I do not know when you would be able to offer them my ramblings, but if one day the opportunity is open to you, it would bring me great joy to know that they have received them.
But this is the end of my letter, mother. But it is not the end of our family, for as long as my lungs do draw breath I will do everything in my power to make sure we survive; whatever the needs may be, I shall match them.
Yours,
S.
