-Letter to a victim of fate-

A carefully folded note was slipped into a cage of an imprisoned orc, Bashzug. Once unfolded, he is greeted by a stream of thought. Yet a surprisingly good handwriting.

"What do you think it'll be on the other side out there? Do you think a better life awaits once you are free from this cruel world, now that you are drifting freely into this unknown nothingness? Perhaps this is a cruel fate that happened to you, but it may bring you to a better place. Could you imagine witnessing a reality beyond our comprehension? A different chapter to explore, rather than an end to a tome. For some reason I can't stop but to shame and blame myself for not getting to know you more, because I really liked you. But at the sametime I do not like getting too close with people, yet I desire it. Do you think it's weird? Probably is. Why is it you that has to go and not myself? People will actually miss you and everyone that are out there to remember me is Zalya, even then she barely tolerates me. Do you think the parents I can't find are where you will be going soon? I am probably no one to ask you anything, but if you see them . . . could you tell them that I am still well and somewhat alive? That I miss them.

Your Rats, one that dances carelessly."

Bashzug was asleep when the letter was slipped into his cell. The orc had some papers of his own in the cell with him. Perhaps some last words or thoughts of his own? They weren't finished yet but he was trying to get them done before tonight.

He woke up and read the letter from his coworker, Rats. He read it a few times before folding it back up and putting it with the little note from Zalya in his pocket. Rats had given him a lot to think about, stuff he had been wondering for the past few days and also something new. He went back to finishing his own papers, writing slow and carefully.