Dariu,
This is the last letter I’m writing to you. The last time I try to address your conscience – although nowadays I’m not sure if you have one.
Serving the vrakhiri is wrong. It’s one thing to do their bidding because you’re afraid. But we both know you chose to become those monsters’ lapdog and wear their crest on your chest.
So you have a choice – you can get rid of your uniform, leave this ‘duty’ and be my brother again. Or don’t, and next time I see you, I will not hesitate. And I will collect your ears.
Casu
