The Nightmares Come While I'm Awake

Jane,

I have it, and I polished it so that it shines good as new. Christ, how much is this thing worth? The mud seemed to slip right off of it, with no tarnish beneath. Silver shouldn’t be like this. And what does it open? Please let me know, even if I’m not the one who opens it. As long as it isn’t that asshole who is on a rampage in your name.

For now, it is safe with me. Please let me know what to do with it. The other officer who patrols your shrine is getting worried about me, saying that I’m going native. As if she isn’t affected, as if she doesn’t look at your images with longing and look at the girls you called to your side with envy.

We’re all going to follow you eventually, I figure it is best to be front in line.