Jonas when he wrote of you and his new band of misfits. We exchanged letters often those first few years.

[ He crackles a soft laugh, thinking back to how bizarre it'd been to get the royal seal and everything-

for sketches of a dance with stick figures and an underlined statement that 'you'd like him, Zev'. ]

He was sad I was not in the country as we would have gotten along. Told me I missed out on another round with a Broodmother and bone skeleton and whatnot. I am not entirely sad to have missed it myself- but perhaps meeting you sooner would have been worth it.

One day I shall take you- and it won't be awful. Show you the city I love.