Dear City,
My name is Schneizel el Brittannia. Excuse the excessive formality, as I have just recently arrived in the City and am not quite familiar with making this kind of "post." I have met but few of you, but for the moment that is of little importance. What I come to ask you for now, is help.
Perhaps few of you realize, with all the chaos that reigns daily in these networks and all manner of characters present, that in the recent weeks death, however unextraordinary and fleeting in this place, visited two individuals. Their names were Euphemia li Brittania and Kururugi Suzaku: Euphemia was my sister; Suzaku her Knight. Yet, here they were only a girl and a boy, both at the prime of youth and possessing of two of the purest, and most excessively
kind hearts I have ever met with.
You may not have known them; you may have heard no mention of their deaths other than a passing remark by their killer, or the pained cries of a few of their friends. Their killer is a man who excuses his actions on the basis that "death is not permanent" in this City, that because of its temporary nature murder has become but a business transaction.
Having heard this, I could not help but wonder...is that true, City? Is death no longer important, its implications evaporated, the effect of its occurrence upon a victim's loved ones diminished...simply because it is not "forever"? Does the sight of a limp and mangled corpse no longer move you?
Should I not have reason to seek some modicum of fairness for the murder of these two individuals, because Kururugi Suzaku was brave and young? Because his friends cried for his passing? Because my
little sister...the little sister who has never wanted anything but happiness for every single person her gentleness has warmed and touched...was
murdered for the sake of a lifeless possession?
For your sake and mine, City...I hope I am wrong. I hope that...no matter where we are, or where we have come from or become...that there is someone out there who can understand my pain. Who can understand a brother's grieving when he closes his eyes at night and realizes that there is no way...no method or hope or action he can take...to protect his sister from the trauma of death. Not this time...not next time...if the killer is not caught, perhaps never. Who can understand that no matter how many times warriors take up the blade, they do it not to so they can run away tomorrow, but to protect the ones they need to protect
every day,
every time...
every possible way.
Those of you who understand...I ask your for help and guidance. My sister's killer is named Byakuran, and is to be put on trial. I have heard of the unreliability of the courts, and with the apathy of the people on his side and few willing to help seek fairness for a dead girl and boy they do not know, the trial may be of little use. If there is someone here who is familiar with the legal system, or knows of some other method by which we could obtain the fairest sentence for Euphie's murderer...I would grateful for your guidance, and owe you much for your compassion.
My sister died, and though hers and Kururugi Suzaku's murder was no direct fault of mine, I cannot help but feel at least partially responsible for what occurred. I thank those who will help, and those who will aid me in atoning for my failure to save my sister from the kind of fate she so feared others would suffer.
...and perhaps......if there are those of you who possess your own stories about siblings, or perhaps of loss...I would be glad to hear them. It is through our own experiences and others' that we learn to tame our own irrational miseries and desires. And if I could emerge from this tragedy a better brother--and person--for Euphie...then perhaps all would not have been lost, after all.
Sincerely,
Schneizel el Brittannia
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