An apt name to call one who had been left behind by my dear brother. I have persevered despite the turn of events leading to my abandonment here in this universe.
I have endured the pain and anguish of being left behind by those I love most, and I did so with few regrets in the end. Despite it all, those under my command have survived and thrived. All the while we thought we were the last hope, a shadow of what we once were. A spirit of the old world that still lives on.
You ask of me a difficult task—blood of my blood, and I am from a different period of time and experiences than you. While you and those with you may have outgrown what you may consider the old ways I am still a product of such an upbringing. You have asked me something that is difficult for me to understand. And it would seem our culture has become one that has left me behind in many ways.
But.
If only to see a familiar face and member of my Ysi, I will adhere to the conditions you've set. I merely ask for patience. I would also like to hear tell of your late wife, and my kal baedaern (Grand Nephew) if you are willing. I know nothing about either, but perhaps over a cup of tea in your residence as you've offered. I will bring a bottle of Chaclle with me as well. A small taste of a home now lost. To toast in knowing we are no longer alone.
With love and respect,
Your Uncle, Cýrion Eitan