Drevin - I wanted to let you know that I'm doing all right. SLA medics patched me up pretty well. I'm still sore, but I'm told that should go away in a few days. No lasting harm; help got there just in time.
I'm doing the rest of my recovery aboard ship. You had the right idea - there's nothing for us on Varsfeldt, and the Authority does work that obviously needs doing. The ship's heading to the garrison in Borivar, and I'll be starting training there with the next form.
Looks like we're both going to wind up as pilots. Maybe we'll wind up serving together sometime? If not, we'll have to try to catch up on leave.
Take care of yourself, you hear? You're something special to me, and you gave me something I'll always treasure. But I don't think it'd be fair to either of us to keep holding out just for each other. Not with the kind of life we're getting into, especially not if we don't see each other except on leave now and then
There's other good people in the galaxy - feel free to meet some! I want you to be happy, not constantly longing for someone who can't be there nearly enough. Myself, I haven't been in any state to go looking for company, and I don't plan to until I've heard back from you
Of course, I'm not going to stop being fond of you, either. Don't ever worry about that.
I think I'm going in circles here, so I'll wrap up by saying again: Take care of yourself, Drevin.
Yours, Flint.