[Even without knowing the literal contents of the letter, Casey could make an educated guess. It'd been a grim conversation that led to the letter being written, with a similarly grim conclusion: that this couldn't continue, that one way or another, the guard had to go. Casey hadn't had any clue of what Draxum would come up with, didn't know it was possible, so he'd only envisioned less-than-ideal solutions, focusing on Hunter's autonomy more than anything else. Looking back, while he doesn't regret putting Hunter first, he... probably could have been more gentle about it. He'd just been on the edge of panicking and hindsight makes things more clear than it was at the time.
In other words, though, he figured the letter would be a sad one, so when Rue folds the letter, tears falling, he slides his free hand into theirs, giving it a gentle squeeze. He's still here.]
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In other words, though, he figured the letter would be a sad one, so when Rue folds the letter, tears falling, he slides his free hand into theirs, giving it a gentle squeeze. He's still here.]