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Hello, Person of Interest. We haven't met yet, but I thought I'd drop you a line anyway. Everyone's so busy gossiping about Leah and Jonah coming back to town that nobody's talking about... well, other interesting developments.
A third dungeon is rumbling under my feet, and when it's open, I think I'll explore it on my own. I don't need a wielder, even one as sexy as you. With focus, determination, and the scientific method, anything is possible. I just have to keep my mind free from distractions, like your smile... or whether you'll like me, when we meet...
By the time you get here, hopefully I'll have figured it all out and I can take you on a tour. Though I confess my curiosity about you grows, the more I learn. You seem uniquely suited to the dungeon, yet also to romantic encounters -- perhaps your chemistry or psychology could provide hints to others, if we were to understand it more fully. I trust you would submit to a deep scan, if it were for the betterment of humanity (and weaponkind), yes? It would only hurt for a moment.
Well. We can discuss it over dinner, when you're here. I'm happy to let you wrap me around your little finger, or wherever else you prefer, as long as you don't get all you-need-a-wielder preachy on me.
If it's all right with you, maybe I'll send another letter, when I've explored a bit more of this new dungeon. I'm seeing binders, but I'm not sure what they mean yet. I've always respected paperwork as an occasionally necessary evil.
In the meantime, know that I'm wishing you well. Someone you haven't met yet is out there, hoping you are happy and safe, at least until you can come back to Verona Beach, but hopefully for all time. Or, I guess, until the heat death of the universe. Gotta keep our expectations realistic.
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