Dame Scherwin,
We are at war now. I'm sorry for not trusting you.
I do not want to die, knowing I have lost a true friend.
That may well be tomorrow, yes? Or the day after.
The point is, let Xon's sacrifice be the end of this sordid affair.
I was wrong about him, and I was correct about you. I have felt lonelier, since our last conversation.
Coffee at the Bell soon?
Regards,
Dio