To my dear friend and brother - Luther,
You always did have the stubbornness of a scientist. Bloody mule. But when you climbed into the Altessa that day, it was I who felt the fool. Perhaps we are both fools, in the end, for we were duped by Him.
There is not much to report here. The food is for shit, and the bloody cockroach wiffies won’t stop chirping war hymns when I try to fall asleep. I still cannot quite remember the events leading up to my arrest. Only flickers, now and then. Something to do with The Scar.
For a moment, I had it. I had it Luther! You cannot know the glory of that moment, and I will remember it as long as I live. The warmth of that memory has driven me to near madness, for I fear I will never know it again. But there is a hope, small but potent, that my servants shall again locate IT, and return IT to ITs rightful owner. Even as I write, the servants of the purple sun are roaming the Seven Jewels, searching for that which the faithless have forgotten.
I hope that you are well Luther. I do not apologize to you for the way we parted, though it was regrettable. But sometimes sacrifices must be made. Continue your search - there are many mysteries surrounding our current situation, and many of them may be unraveled by science. But at the core of our difficulties lies a world where the mind cannot go. I hope you remember that before the End.
I know that you may detest me, but if enough time passes, and you feel inclined - seek the Deeps of Taz-Abalone. Find the one they call Dol-Violetta. She may have some information that is of interest to you.
Yours, in the stars
A.F.S