[On the bedside, there is a folded piece of paper with the words, For shisho written in tiny writing. It cannot be opened (without dispelling the spell holding it closed anyway) by anyone who isn't its addressee. Anyone who touches it feels a mild unpleasant buzz; anyone who lifts it is outright shocked, and his image is sent to a phone in a certain Mortician's pocket.
These are the words written inside.]
I'm sorry. I thought we had your back. I'm sorry you couldn't have me along to help because I wasn't strong enough. Perhaps two of us could have done twice better. I'm sorry your son was hurt because of your choice. I'm sorry you had to make that choice.
I'm glad you're alive. There are yet many things needing killing. And many things about killing that need teaching.
I'm glad you're back, shisho. Your family was all torn up without you. I guess that means you're not yet meant to go.
Heraclitus
[It is awkwardly worded and the periods are dug quite a bit deeper into the paper than is probably normal. But the words are meant anyway.
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Waking the Dead 2.0: 28 July 2063 | Taning, and a random letter
These are the words written inside.]
[It is awkwardly worded and the periods are dug quite a bit deeper into the paper than is probably normal. But the words are meant anyway.
This is his first real father, after all.]