*A letter, written somewhat informally to a young boy who has not so long ago buried Marcellus' letter tray*
Hello,
I hope you are faring better after our last meeting. I understand that emotions took the better of you, and I hold no ill will. I am still at times surprised that so many seem to favour and love me, despite the difficulties I am sometimes faced with, the decisions I have to make.
While I do not know how soon I may have the time to do so, I hope we could meet again, perhaps when times are a little calmer, less strenuous. And please apologize to your mother on my behalf, I did not wish for her to become so angry.
I continue to read all of the letters you sent met, and each time I look upon them I remind myself what exactly I am fighting for, why I choose to be a Legate of our city.
May you always find shade from the sun, and plenty of waters to sup.
Legate Marcellus Saenus