*An overly dramatic piano music can be heard, playing from a handheld device in low quality.*

Damien, I ... I need to tell you something...

*The music suddenly stops. Attu can be heard laughing snortingly.*

I'm still amazed I didn't get the airlock treatment yet.



Look. You probably noticed my sorry ass missing and my hawk intact. I'm alive and I intend on staying that way.

Pretending to be dead, fighting for scraps and suicide-ramming hawks isn't taking us anywhere. I need to do better for our little familly, because I know I can and an opportunity arised.

I'm not leaving. Call it a "wellnes brake". How long it's gonna take? No fucking clue. I'm not coming back unless I get my hands on something worthwhile for us, or at least some serious paper.

We will be in touch. I have no fucking idea how, but I'll think of something.