The last time that you were arrested, I played nice. I took a finger, questioned nicely, and when you escaped, I hated myself on the inside. This month has been pure abyss, plain and simple. All that magery, all those letters and messengers and strange dreams? And I now know that it was you. You even dared admit it to me, sitting in that interrogation chair, with a smile on your face. And I hate you for it.

We had tea today, the tea you always wanted us to have. It was delicious. Torture and tea, that’s the relationship between us, hm? I learned so much about you, and we had such a lovely time. Our last time, before I see you burn. But I was still angry.

So I gave you a present, this time around. Something to remember me by. So that even if you escape, even if you manage to get away from me again, you’ll -never- be able to walk through this city without hiding your face from the Urth. It’s right on your cheeks, carved with my own knife. The eye of Justice, and the letters ‘N.R.’ My initials, so that even when you burn, I’ll know it was my handiwork that brought you up in flames.

Sweet dreams, dear friend of mine. Sweet dreams.