The Post Office

Mr. Grimgore,

Thank you for taking the time to meet with me yesterday.

I appreciate your time and the opportunity you provided for me
to be considered for an employee position at Grimgore Meats.

It is with much dismay that I regret that I must decline the position.
I appreciate your consideration and willingness to take a chance on me.
I regret that I do not believe I would be able to fulfill the requirements
of the job.

Thank you so much for your time and generosity,

Lochlann Cabyll-ushtey

Mr. Grimgore,

Thank you for taking the time to meet with me yesterday.

I appreciate your time and the opportunity you provided for me
to be considered for an employee position at Grimgore Meats.

It is with much dismay that I regret that I must decline the position.
I appreciate your consideration and willingness to take a chance on me.
I regret that I do not believe I would be able to fulfill the requirements
of the job.

Thank you so much for your time and generosity,

Lochlann Cabyll-ushtey

Mr. Cabyll-Ushtey,

I appreciate your consideration of the position. It is with some trepidation that I admit to having looked you up after our encounter, and while I found little on you the information I found on "Cabyll-Ushtey" did clear up a few matters somewhat. I believe I now understand both why you found my establishment so disconcerting at first and why you were still willing to think about employment there after learning more about the nature of our product.

If you find yourself in need of our services, please do not hesitate to contact me. I can also provide contact information for other establishments, both butcheries and restaurants, which cater to similar dietary needs.

Regardless, I hope you find appropriate ways to get what you need.

Sincerely,
gaius Grimgore

An envelope with a series of pictures of Kylah dressed in skimpy lingerie and posed seductively. A small note is left atop them that reads:

Cheap whore clothes like these? Okay. Thanks for the key, baby.

It's a small basket. There's several chocolate bars, a small bouquet of white flowers, and a fist-sized stuffed bunny. There's a note:

I heard about your disappearance. I hope this package finds you well. Get better soon.

The letter in this envelope is written extremely carefully to ensure it is legible. It almost doesn't resemble Shay's handwriting at all.

Thank you for the gifts. I especially appreciate the stuffed bunny.

Here there is a small picture, likely taken from a phone and printed out, of the bunny among a pile of stuffed animals neatly arranged in a pink-themed room.

This letter is enchanted with a Valentine's Day charm. Only the sender and intended recipient are able to read the contents. Anyone else who tries is met with a cheesy, heartfelt love letter. To get this one-use charm to work, Shay used fibers from Logan's shirt, which she owns, and (instead of using her saliva to seal the envelope) the actual letter is signed "- S" with her own blood.

"Why did you?"

We ask each other this question too much. I could tell you it was because you smelled sweet. You were a good boy, who looked like strawberries and cream and had a stunning voice and a touch to match. But I didn't fall in love with you because of any of those things.

I didn't fall in love with your pretty, perfect smile. And your pretty, perfect life. I didn't care for the artificial bullshit, and I still don't.

I fell in love with your sharp wit, the confidence behind your mask. I loved the passion that broke through your facade. And I pushed so hard because I wanted the heat that came with familiarity. I fought for intimacy I'd never achieve. For awhile, those scraps I got felt like enough, but they don't now.

I didn't like being a secret, and I didn't like the venom and contempt. I didn't deserve those. Not for a mistake. I didn't appreciate being kicked when I was down, figuratively spat on when I cried, or that I was lied to.

You told me you showed me everything you were. You didn't. You didn't and don't pretend you ever did. You showed me darkness because you wanted to frighten me, break me. You didn't show me the good things, but I found them anyway, even if they weren't directed at me.

What am I? Which side wins? Both do, Logan. Both sides win because they're both equally me. Death gave a lot of clarity in those regards.

I'm going to assume we're even now.

You told me you didn't like giving information without getting. I assume that's true for doing things, too. I have a favor to ask.

Don't worry about contacting me. I'll turn up soon to discuss the details.
- S

A small package, inside is a framed photo of James, Nyota and Klef at the arcade.There's a short note: Hey Nyota, just wanted to thank you for being a great friend. Can't see see me dealing with all the insanity with anyone else. Thank you. ~James~