Judgement of the Gods

[After returning, Ein entered his room and has not left. The ink looks like it has bled into the teardrops on the page.]

To the friends of Miss Anya Alstreim:

I can't express how much I

Words fail to

I

I'm so sorry. If I were stronger, this wouldn't have [The writing trails off here into a massive inkblot.]

[[ooc: Yeah, you know how Anya died? That happened right in front of him. He's beating himself up pretty hard about it.]