Number Eleven bit down on her lower lip with such force that it almost hurt, her expression twisting with a blend of confusion and sorrow. Looking down, she pressed her trembling hands against her eyes. She didn't know why, but she suddenly wanted to cry.
Caius was not just a figure of authority in her life; he was the person she respected above all others. He was the one she treasured more than anyone else, even more than her own blood brother, or even herself. But now, she had disappointed him.
She had disappointed her savior.
Feeling bitter, Number Eleven breathed out shakily and opened the letter on the table.
With a heavy heart and a trembling breath, she exhaled deeply, her fingers gripping the edges of the letter resting on the table. The paper crinkled slightly under her touch as she unfolded it, revealing the carefully inked words that seemed to resonate with both hope and despair.
The letter read as follows:
