Dear Red,

I shouldn't dare to speak to you again. But I would hate to leave you without any answers. So before I go, I am leaving this note for you.

You gave me a wonderful night. One that, maybe you don't regret. But I do. Every time I had to think about it I felt awful. And the events that came afterwards were just as pleasant. Being around me meant getting a physical or verbal thrashing, and I'm sure you enjoyed none of that.

Yet... still you clung to me. Why was it me? I guess I will never know.

But at least know this. You found me at a very... confusing point of my life. I did not remember who I was... who Beignet was... who you were. And had I known, none of this would have happened. And you destroying my eye is hardly the reason for that.

The real reason? You haven't understood so far. But maybe, since this will be my last chance, I can take this time to try and tell you once more.

To me, Red, you are my brother. Claus. Does that name look familiar to you? Read it over. Claus.

If you haven't torn this note to shreds by now, then... Know that I always will love you. But not in the way you want me to.

I'm sorry, Claus. Please, take care of yourself.