Happy Valentine's Day, Joan.
A little late, I know. Dent adamantly refused to let me out on Valentine's Day, and for good reason. I would have so loved to tear the little clone's heart out. I know he says you're safe, Jon, but we both know it's only a matter of time. He deprived me of my only comfort; it's only fair that I return the favor.
Anyway, back to Joan. I got you a little something, sweetheart. I'd deliver it by hand, but I'm not sure how much longer I have. It should arrive soon, nonetheless.
Believe me, I'll be making Dent's life a living hell for leaving you. Idiot doesn't know a good thing when he sees it. Who knows, maybe we could work something out? I would be honored to spend what little time I have in control with you, Joan.
Anyway, back to Joan. I got you a little something, sweetheart. I'd deliver it by hand, but I'm not sure how much longer I have. It should arrive soon, nonetheless.
Believe me, I'll be making Dent's life a living hell for leaving you. Idiot doesn't know a good thing when he sees it. Who knows, maybe we could work something out? I would be honored to spend what little time I have in control with you, Joan.