My Dear Brother,

The divine Mori damn you, you utter idiot!

Flower people? Clockmen? Your love life? Hell, you should have tried brawling that Rosebuta, maybe those huge fists of theirs could knock some sense into your thick skull, your priorities are all out of whack!

... Ah, Death save us. You're really doing this, then? No talking you out of it? A winter in the frozen wastes, in complete darkness? You've always had trouble staying put in a room for more than a few minutes at a time, and now you're going to shut yourself into a heated cabin for months? Do you have any idea just how insanely cold it'll get? The Infinitum winters are something, I am sure. But I've been reading weather records, and the North Sea's winter is another matter entirely. Where you're going, it might get to seventy, eighty, perhaps even NINETY degrees below freezing! Even in the Underworld, it never gets this cold unless you've climbed most of the way onto the peak itself!

I can only hope the fine idiots from the KUT and LAB that are letting this insanity unfold know what they're doing. Have you verified their fuel burn rates calculations? Does it include enough of a safety? Have you asked them if this region has ever had sightings of trolls, schizos or other abominations? And you'll be all alone, no one to watch your back, or drag you back to camp should anything happen. Oh Mori, what if you fell through some ice? Without anyone to bring you back to warmth, that would be a death sentence, especially if you're wearing that silly armor. It would only ensure you hit the seafloor as quickly as possible.

I have to stop thinking about all these scenarios, you'll drive me mad one of these days! I wish I could be as relaxed about it as mother, she just nodded along happily as I read her your letter. I reckon she overrates your capabilities.

As for me, I'm a hard worker invested in my studies, not a cloud-shoveller like a certain brother of mine, so it's going great. Top of my class, perfect grades, et cetera, et cetera; the Jitofurin is as... Animated, as ever. A bit too animated to my tastes, but it's home. The carcinology club has gotten a lot of rowdy new members this year, it seems like Black Fleet's latest prototypes have caused a surge in interest. Last year it was just me and half a dozen others, now we're over twenty! The new team lead seems to be taking the increased load well. That team lead? All me.

Last thing! You fool, don't skimp on anything on mother and I's account! We're doing fine with money, we're not spendthrifts like you! Make sure all your i's are dotted and t's crossed, or better yet, cancel the whole thing and come back home! I miss you.

If you die, I'll never forgive you! I'll hunt you down to hell and kill you again while Mori takes you away. If only so you can tell me for what purpose you decided to embark on this damn voyage...

But seriously, stay safe. Me and mother will be waiting for your next letter impatiently. You take good care of that firebird, they're clever creatures, and he'll be your lifeline during the long dark.

With love and worry, Solikko your sister

Gehenna, Moriji. August 28th, 1153 VTE