I know that we haven't spoken in a very long time, and I wouldn't blame you if your first instinct is to toss this letter into a nearby fireplace. I beg you to at least hear me out before doing so, to at least give me the chance to talk to you for what may be the last time. There are forces gathering beyond comprehension; in the few months that I've been in Regalia, I have found full reasoning to believe that we may be in danger. I beg you to stay in Guneysehir or at least away from Regalia, for if the potential future is to pass, Sendras may be the only safe haven. Probably not a great way to start a letter, so perhaps now it's best I finally try to mend things.
The past few years have been difficult for both of us, and I want to start by saying that I take blame for what happened before, I should have been there for you and I failed. Perhaps we've butted heads before and never saw eye to eye, but what father and son haven't argued with one another? But I digress, that doesn't justify what I said and it doesn't erase how we last saw one another. I want you to know, above anything else, that I love and accept you for who you are, and I wish I could have said that so long ago. No matter how far the paths we may walk, we are still family, and it's my hope that we may see each other as family again.
Your father,
Ibrahim
Ibrahim
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