Dear Sean,

I find it impossible to exist here amidst the tyranny exercised against me daily, against the lies, the broken words and the betrayals. I see no true reason that anything will keep me in this place longer than it will take for me to locate the proper door and make my return, first to Boston, that being seemingly, the closest port of call as it were, and then I shall make my way back to General Wayne's army.

My time as Mr. Adams's aide in the congress and the documentation of such matters as well as my capture last autumn will speak volumes as to where I have been so that no problems or complications may arise from it, and I may step back into my position as courier with little trouble. There is, as you know, always a need for dispatch carriers and I manage the job well enough, better than a good deal of people.

Consider this letter as my final goodbye to you, as once I have left this place, I do not foresee returning to it, save that perhaps, when I should die, my spirit may make its way back into this place but I have doubts that it should be the same or that it should matter.

Instead I return to the last place that I was happy. Do not worry for me, I will be doing what I wished all along. Please inform those who have employed me that I will be leaving, I've no desire to bargain with them on this matter.

Know too, that I will think of you and keep the advice I have gleaned from you in mind as I return home to fight for colonies, for America and her independence. If anything, being here has given me much hope for what is to come and I hold that as well and know that this is right and good and in the end will be worth all the pains and perils I may face.

Your Brother,
David

Alea iacta est
-David

I have been quiet since my return I admit. I appologize for it, but I've not felt much like speaking to anyone. Mr.Franklin attempted to get me to the shopping mall yesterday but I opted out of that one for the moment. I regret the oppurtunity for ritual humiliation at Mordred's hands, but there have been plans made to reschedule when I feel more myself.

A few weeks ago, I was picked up as a spy, due to the fact my dispatch case was hidden and I was out of uniform. Mr. Adams had suggested it would be the simplest way to get the task he set me on accomplished, well...They kept me for a time.

There were plans, I'd heard, to execute me in the end, well that I would have have faced quite easily enough, there were other attempts made to get the information from me.

Most of those men treated me with some respect, I am suprised to admit. I wonder too, would I have done the same with one in my position? I doubt that about myself and find it disturbing. Easier by far, to relate to, were those who made the attempts to extract my information.

Oh nothing horrific like the periods Sir Agravaine's great interest lie in, nothing horrific like what is used on some prisoners of war today, and I appreciate and know that much and value it for what it is.

All the same, it has greatly unnerved me, the thought of venturing out is a little much at the moment. I do know it will not be that way forever, that in a few weeks I will again be functioning, carrying on in my work for Mr. Adams, riding messages...I've no trauma about doing those things, they are a great part of who I am, and besides that, it does the Cause no good for me to shrink away from those duties, should I even wish to, which I do not.

There is only the matter of time to recover from my hurts and injuries, which I am dealing with in my way. Everything was healing neatly at my return so the methoods of self treatment hardly seemed so bad, though Dr. Maturin will kill me for admittiing I did not seek his help when I returned, especially when we've spoken since then.

Foolish of me, yes I know, but I've my own pride to contend with, and, as always that proves to be my largest hurdle in the end...

-David