[Folded together, delivered to Wolf Jager by an orderly]
sure what else to say after the last thing you said to me. Promises of rescue are usually completely futile and done when someone else doesn't know what to say in the face of my condition. They don't want to believe me, so they assume I'm crazy and begin to patronize me. I don't think you were doing that at all... I just wasn't sure how to react to someone actually acknowledging that I was real, and worth saving, I suppose...
I want to know more about you. I want to know what you think about inside the box there where no one can touch you. Maybe I wonder if I'm not jealous of you, being safe inside there with the quiet. Other times I think maybe I'm jealous of the walls because I'm sure they could tell me stories for days on the things you do and say in there.
Your tattoos are beautiful. I wish I'd looked at them longer so that I could try to describe them accurately, although I think in many ways the English language isn't going to do the trick with you. There are things about you that I tried so hard to write about last night and I kept coming up short. I've been tested--- I have a good grasp of words, vocabulary and dialect especially, but you... you defy any adjective I was thinking about, and all it did was make me want to brave the halls again to see what you were doing at the very moment that I was writing.
I don't know how often I'll be able to come and see you. I'm so sorry [underlined twice] that you are in there and I am in here. But there are letters, and I'm nothing if not a vigilant writer. I'll try to come and see you again soon.
In the meantime, keep your chin up. The castle walls are never as high as you think, and the cuckoo clock is ticking.