emails to Kylun, Shinobi

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to: Kylun
from: Sarah


Kylun,

Thank you.

While I wasn't aware of Shinobi's earlier email to you, I am now, and I know it must be a rather strange request to get from someone you barely know. So thank you for not running away screaming when you read "She's acting scary, can you talk to her?"

I know it's better to speak in person about this, but I don't want to just show up at your room one day and dump my whole story on you, so I'll give you the nutshell version here. If at any point you're wondering what the hell you've gotten yourself into and want to back away slowly, go ahead. I'll understand.

I'm... almost nineteen now. Because of my obvious physical mutation I went through foster home after foster home when I was younger, and by the age of nine I had left home entirely to live by myself on the streets of Manhattan. It was there that I met Callisto and the Morlocks. They took me in and became family to me. Callisto was the closest thing to a mother I'd ever had. And then when I was twelve, they died.

I came home to find the tunnels massacred, and just like that the only family who had ever really accepted me was dead by someone else's hand. Obviously, I didn't take it well. And that's the problem. I'm still not, really.

And there you have it. I've left out large chunks of the story, including the part from a couple of months ago where I actually did get a chance to get some revenge and, well, died getting it. I can explain that more later if I haven't scared you off already. Whenever you get a moment, if you could let me know when would be a good time to come up to talk (or if you'd like to come down, I certainly wouldn't complain. I have this thing with heights that makes third floor rooms a rather uncomfortable place to be.) I would appreciate it a lot.

Again, thank you.

Sarah



to: [mine]
from: [yours]


Replied to Kylun. It took me eight fucking drafts before I could type it up, but it's finally sent.

Love you.

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To: [mine]
From: [yours]

I'm proud of you for getting it done, Sarah, silly as that might sound.

Love you too. You and Oscar want company for sleep?

-yours.

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to: [mine]
from: [yours]

I can't speak for the puppy, but I know I would.

-yours