Dear Kaeya, signed Diluc Ragnvindr

Dear Kaeya,

This will never reach you. I assume it will be consumed by a whale or any other sea creature of sorts. I hope it's not a catchable fish that people eat; then it might actually resurface. Whatever, it's unlikely to get back to you anyway.

I don't know what to say. I'm going to run out of ink if I keep letting it go dry on my quill from hesitation. You would laugh and say that's unlike me to hesitate. It is. I didn't hesitate when I left the Knights of Favonius, I didn't hesitate to attack you, I didn't hesitate to leave Mondstadt. Why is it so hard for me to write what I mean, then? It doesn't make sense. You would probably give me some bullshit answer for it.

I don't understand. Why did you have to hide it, for so long? I hate not knowing. You blindsided me, Kaeya. I thought you were all that I had left of my family, and then you told me even that wasn't true. I don't care that you were sent to be some spy. I care that you lied to me, just like everyone else did. Why did you have to be like everyone else?

Whatever. It's not like you can answer anyway. This was a horrible idea. I'm nowhere near done with my ink. I have plenty of paper left, it would be a waste to not use it all. Remember that one woman we talked to a few weeks ago? She always wrote down everything. She said it made her feel better. I don't think this is making me feel better. I think it's making me feel, and that's worse than pretending like the pain doesn't exist.

I wonder if Father knew about your eye. Did you ever tell him? Or would you lie to me about that, too? It hurts. It makes me so angry, Kaeya. Did you even care? He treated you like a son, and I to you a brother. You always reciprocated. How much of it was a lie? How did you grow up to be such a shitty spy when it was your own purpose in our household? I don't know what you're doing now. I don't know how I feel about it, which is worse. Your blood on my hands. Your Vision, it gave me frostbite, and it caused me to not feel your blood anymore.

Good-bye, for now. I have plenty of paper and plenty of bottles. People are careless and leave their destruction everywhere. I suspect I will live just fine on my own. It would be more convenient, I guess, if I had my Vision to light a fire. Father's Delusion does the same job. It just hurts my hands. It's the strangest feeling. Pyro never hurt me. Does your Cryo? I'm sure it hurt when you received it.

Good-bye,

Diluc Ragnvindr

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Dear Kaeya,

I burned the last paper I tried to write this on with the Delusion by accident. It's hard to control this thing. It's my legacy, though. It replaces where my Vision should be, even though it doesn't feel the exact same. I can feel the tug of my Vision sometimes, especially when I'm using Father's Delusion. You never saw it, the way he manipulated the Delusion. It was like an art form, but he pushed himself too far. He didn't get to use it enough. I will not be like him. I will hone this weapon if it is the last thing I do in this world, which I assure you, it won't be.

It's not the Fatui I'm after. Well, part of it is them, yes. It can't all be them, though. There is more to this situation than meets the eye. It was crazed, vicious more than any creature could possibly be. It was sent to Mondstadt, I'm sure. If it weren't for Father, many people would have died. The Knights wouldn't have been able to handle it.

I don't miss being Cavalry Captain. Looking back on it, it only held me back. I imagine you have taken my position, if you still stayed in the Knights. You probably did. What, to spite me? You will only hinder yourself, in that case. Unless you plan on making the Ordo keep you more honest. I can't imagine they'd let you stay if they knew the truth.