[Lots of inkblots here- half formed words that he just smeared ink over, rather than trying to scratch them out.]
Never again. Never. Again.
I do hope he enjoyed his stay. But he is dead. Truly dead. And he will always be dead because he did it to himself.
Private to the Marquis
I...again.
I cannot come to you. I keep staring at his letter, wanting to-
Help me?