Death [Locked to Death] [As War this time, and in a red bordering on black.]
I know you aren't the same as we are, but you're close. Do you miss your brothers [A pause as emotions are always difficult. There's a splatter of ink on the page, a longer pause, and when she resumes writing there is a great deal of smudginess that indicates possible bloodshed.] Do you wish the rest of your family was here? I expect to see them and they do not come.