Genevieve,
To begin, an admission. This is my second attempt at this letter. I note this first because it is a rare occurrence and second because I think it shall help me ensure that no third attempt is necessary. Letters come naturally to me. I sit down and the words simply emerge. I know what must be said and it is simply a matter of recording it. I am aware that this is abnormal but I have never been any other way, not for many years at least. There are dozens of letters simply lost on any given day because I am not in a position to jot them down. The moment passes and something else instead takes priority. You could question their importance then, but if the effort is only in the recording and the cost of courier, it is not a high bar to clear. For instance, only yesterday did I write a letter to old Aloisius (though it was not intended for him at all but instead to prove a point or to stay a blade from my throat). It came naturally. I half regret it'll never reach him, though it would not have mattered. I could bombard him with a thousand words and nary a one would make it through the layers of girth between his skin and his mind. Still, exercises in futility are exercises nonetheless and as such can strengthen one through proper and disciplined repetition.
So then, why two attempts? I think it was an unclear purpose. Cross-purposes, perhaps? My primary goal in this letter is to simply inquire about you. Your health, your well-being, your feelings even. There is no underlying philosophical question. No plotting or planning. A notice or warning, depending on your inclination, that I may be returning to Myrken come the thaw. I will be. No may. Will. While there is work to be done, I intend to take no position of power. I would hope that, as a friend, you would help prevent such power coming to me inadvertently. That chapter of my life is over. If I am going to disrupt and improve, it will be wholly as a civilian and citizen.
I look forward to seeing you when I return. I think we both ultimately wanted the same thing for Myrken. I think now, on the other side of it, we have many of the main concerns still. There are few people remaining that may share my beliefs and concerns, even partially. Someone like Gloria has emerged diametrically opposed to me. My other company, as of late, have been more out of mythology than anything else. Their interests are are wholly separate from humanity's, save where I can show some potential common ground.
I hope to hear that life has become dull, mundane. I hope to hear that even if there are dangers, they are mundane ones, wolves, a bad harvest, brigands.
I fear otherwise, though. With you especially. If that is the case, please tell me. I would assist how I can, even if it is only to listen and discuss.
Glenn