Hastily Folded Letter

Ysevete, my dear friend.

I hear you. Akarat was...is precious to us all. To betray his dying wishes is not something I undertake lightly.

But this particular wish of his—to leave his tomb unguarded, open to the zealous masses we know would come swarming—is nothing short of naive. He gave so much of himself to Sanctuary. He deserves peace now. Rest. The dignity of privacy.

I couldn’t protect him in life. Please, let me protect him in death. Ever yours, Istabela.