[i]Dear Cayde.[/i] It’s been... a long time since we last spoke. Maybe a little too long, in retrospect... I um, know. I know it’s too late to reach you. I’m going to incinerate this letter the moment after I sign it. But I guess, that I just couldn’t let you have the last word. Look, Cayde. The crew never had a problem with [i]you.[/i] The problem Cayde, like I told you a hundred times, is no one [i]knew you.[/i] You were unpredictable, unreliable, flakey, inconsistent and ambiguous. But it was all fun and games wasn’t it, Cayde. Till someone got hurt. I guess in the end it worked out, you got in with Andal, and got to live it up big in the tower. You got dealt the best hand in the game... And you lost the pot. It almost makes me laugh, in such a painful way. I told you. We all told you. The hero routine is going to do you in. You never listened. You... I miss you, dude. I tied up some of your loose ends. It’s been difficult, as you weren’t so much a person with loose ends, as a series of loose ends stacked bipedally in the approximation of a man... A man... The best man I ever knew. Till we meet again, hero. T.