My Dearest Mother – Last night I was running, that is, I was sprinting, up a mountain.  There were bodies and battle all around me, and the air was thick with smoke; but you know I am fast and so I ran, unharmed and untouched, upward through it all.  As the top of the came into view, I saw a figure approaching in the distance; and I knew, just as surely as I've known anything, that if I was to continue, I would have to kill him. And thus, it is with great sorrow that I write these next words to you dear mother: For the time has come to haul down your husband's flag, and forgive me these great sins. I am sending my father's body home to you sweet Queen, and I am nearing to the top of the top of the mountain.

                                  - Rolando