dead letters

[onlyyoucan]

[Sara's letters can be found atop her wobbly, uneven IKEA nightstand on the fancy vending machine paper. The rest of her side of the room is neatly organized, with all the weapons shoved at the bottom of the storage, and Adeline's side is cleaned out and left alone. A chair sits beside the bed, presumably for Emily.]

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[onlyyoucan]

Zero,

I want to tell you about my home before everything happened. Of course we knew the war was on; there was news every day, I grew up near a fort, and people shipped out all the time. Just about everyone who could afford to make their children Reasoners did it, and most of those people at least enlisted for a time. But the war didn't reach there like it did other places. The shields were up, the skies were clear. People were safe.

It wasn't hot like here. At least not where I lived. It snowed in the winter, and even the summer uniforms had long sleeves. Though that might've been a cultural thing, too. Glabella was always a little old-fashioned. Our idea of a school festival was a formal dance. I have to say, it was weird adjusting when I made it to Basion. Or even here. I keep expecting to see another moon when there's only the one.

I know it's irrelevant. I just wanted someone to remember how it was.

[He'll also likely notice a dish with a squeezed-out lemon wedge and a small art room paintbrush sitting on top of her poorly-constructed IKEA nightstand beside the letters. Got a heat source?]

Lelouch,

I hope you don't have occasion to find this. I know I have to be there with you, getting everyone out of here. But if I fail anyway, I thought I should leave something behind.

Jack can't find out about the dreams, if you see one or hear of someone else having one. We were warned of that very clearly. He has a lot of active defenses up around this place aside from the time phenomenon that keeps this ship lost in the Bermuda Triangle. I assume this must mean he knows someone's after him, or us. Flayn and Reika had dreams last week; they know I told you as much as I could.

Everything you told me stayed with me and Emily alone. (Although I think not telling anything just made Flayn worry about you, so if she tries to be your friend, that's why.) I wish I could help you, after I finished the thing I needed to do at home. You said yourself that it was your business, but it's important. But if you're reading this, that isn't possible now anyway.

Thank you for listening to me. Stay alive.

Sara