Letter from Frank:
Bagoas,
I do hate Washington. I think you would do well here, with the political intrigue and the games that are played. It reminds me of the stories you told me of Alexander's Court. I can only imagine what it was like for you there. The harems here, however, are simply armies, playing themselves out, and the warriors are politicians who are corrupt and fat and couldn't handle a bow and arrow or spear if their lives depended on it.
I miss your warmth and presence, the way that you seem to carry the heat of the sun in your body, and it shines through you to warm everyone around you. I want you here, Bagoas, more then anything else. If we were to cut your hair, and put you in a suit, no one would even blink twice over me taking an exotic boy as an intern.
These are dark times, out in the world. I don’t blame you for staying on the island. Its quite separate from the heavy fog of fear and horror that covers America. It makes me wish I could go back, or leave with you and the Boy for parts unknown. But my job here is important, and leaving would not be wise. Not yet, in any case.
I hope the Boy is keeping you well, and that all is looked after. He's a smart man, and should do well by you, in the long run. I am keeping my eye on the situation, however, and he should be made aware of that.
I’m tracking down Satine and Sheldon. Eventually, Han will get his duplicator back, I am determined to do that. He will need that, eventually, I have no doubt. Apparently Sheldon's father works for the FBI. Or at least, he did. Seemed he was robbing banks, and that’s how Sheldon had the money he did.
Jayne is being put into a maximum-security prison, and wont see daylight for many, many years. I've seen him a few times. His lack of concern over his actions did not go well with a judge. It was only through very careful bargaining though, that kept him out of an asylum. Trying to train the Ape how not to talk about a world that doesn't exist, was not easy.
If you ever need anything, Bagoas, or wish to see me, please, do not hesitate to call me, or to write to me.
Yours in love,
Frank Donovan
I do hate Washington. I think you would do well here, with the political intrigue and the games that are played. It reminds me of the stories you told me of Alexander's Court. I can only imagine what it was like for you there. The harems here, however, are simply armies, playing themselves out, and the warriors are politicians who are corrupt and fat and couldn't handle a bow and arrow or spear if their lives depended on it.
I miss your warmth and presence, the way that you seem to carry the heat of the sun in your body, and it shines through you to warm everyone around you. I want you here, Bagoas, more then anything else. If we were to cut your hair, and put you in a suit, no one would even blink twice over me taking an exotic boy as an intern.
These are dark times, out in the world. I don’t blame you for staying on the island. Its quite separate from the heavy fog of fear and horror that covers America. It makes me wish I could go back, or leave with you and the Boy for parts unknown. But my job here is important, and leaving would not be wise. Not yet, in any case.
I hope the Boy is keeping you well, and that all is looked after. He's a smart man, and should do well by you, in the long run. I am keeping my eye on the situation, however, and he should be made aware of that.
I’m tracking down Satine and Sheldon. Eventually, Han will get his duplicator back, I am determined to do that. He will need that, eventually, I have no doubt. Apparently Sheldon's father works for the FBI. Or at least, he did. Seemed he was robbing banks, and that’s how Sheldon had the money he did.
Jayne is being put into a maximum-security prison, and wont see daylight for many, many years. I've seen him a few times. His lack of concern over his actions did not go well with a judge. It was only through very careful bargaining though, that kept him out of an asylum. Trying to train the Ape how not to talk about a world that doesn't exist, was not easy.
If you ever need anything, Bagoas, or wish to see me, please, do not hesitate to call me, or to write to me.
Yours in love,
Frank Donovan