Aether,
I'm sure you're inundated with calls and demands from within and without alike after your broadcast, so I'll keep this as brief as I can.
You did what was necessary to protect the core of what you took the mantle for. You stand on the precipice of a war that now stretches beyond propaganda. Hold fast, because the worst is yet to come.
I always found the hardest part was never the act of ruthlessness, but the conversations that followed, the endless need to justify your actions to those around you.
That and wrestling with men whose egos far out reached their station. Your father was one of the few who knew when to shut up.
If you ever need somewhere to breathe, my door is open. I can't promise you a hot meal, that was always Jasper's forte, but I can promise a decent cup of caff, or some questionably distilled tihaar that may or may not make you go blind.
K'oyacyi,
Mia
