Oswald,

We've spoken of family before. To be honest, I've rarely had a happy one. Mother was good to me once in a blue moon, and Father has only ever looked at the achievements I can produce as a daughter of Zeus. My brother was stolen from me when we were young and I've only just reunited with him. Part of me can't understand a happy family life, and I don't think it ever will be able to.

But you. You only spoke sparingly of your troubles, but I could tell there was something disquieted beneath the surface. Those of us with troubled histories tend to seek each other out, in my experience. However, there was something different in yours. A love for your brother and a boundless energy to make your world a better place for the family you've made for yourself. I admire that. I more than admire it, I envy it, in the best way possible.

You've mentioned children in the past. I think they're lucky to have someone so caring as a father.

I would have loved to hear of your home, truly. I would have loved to sing your praises, and help you find a heart.


Your Friend and Comrade,
First Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis
~ Thalia