[D.Gray-Man] Letters Home

Dear Mother,

I have just received my proper uniform — can you imagine! Your Andrew, a man in an armed service, though certainly not the sort that either of us might have imagined, when I was a child playing soldiers. It is certainly not as fine as the uniforms of the Exorcists, as far as I have seen, but it is very comfortable, and the material is both soft and fine. There is a cloak of wool that has a hood, and it is remarkably good at keeping out the cold and wet; I am very grateful for it, with the coming of the English winter.

Please remember your Andrew fondly, Mother, for today, he begins on his road to being a true hero. Perhaps in a few years the war will be over, and I will be able to return. They have promised me a pension that would make Old Ivers down the road green with envy, him in his fine house and his six-horse stable. I am looking forward to that, and I will accept your boxing my ears for my pride. I will be glad to be able to take care of the all of you.

Give my love to Da and the rest.

Your loving son,
Andrew

Dear Mother,

Today they are sending us to help out with a situation in America. I have never been there before, but I have heard they are both very rude and very friendly. I do not know which it will be, so I shall have to wait and see what happens when I get there.

Pray for me.

I hope that the money arrived safely. I know that the landlord gets foul-tempered when we are anywhere close to on time, as opposed to a week early. If it is not, I hope you have the sense to complain. They promised me that you would be provided for, and if you are not, then what am I doing here that is going back on their word, and that is not the sort of behavior you would expect from the Church. Please give my love to Da and the brats. I hope to be home for Christmas.

Your loving son,
Andrew

Dear Mother,

My group managed to make it all back entirely in one piece. That sounds quite dramatic, doesn’t it? But it was really a very quiet sort of mission. I have heard of worse, especially when it is something that they will actually send an Exorcist for. This was no such thing; we were simply sent to research the rumors of something strange in a mountain village. It turned out to be nothing more than a few drunks telling stories and being too embarrassed to recant them when they were sober.

I hope it is because you prayed for me. Did you? My heart felt lighter the whole time.

We are going to a pub tonight. The team leader is treating us. They have said they would like to see how much it would take me to get drunk. Please do not tell Father Smith, as I know that he would not approve. I will raise a toast to you and Da tonight, I promise.

Your loving son,
Andrew

Dear Mother,

I met an Exorcist face to face today, for the first time. She wasn’t any older than me. In fact, I think she might have been younger than me. She was very pretty, actually, but she was an Oriental woman, and I know that you do not think very highly of those. She gave me coffee and smiled. It has been a long time since I have seen a pretty girls mile. Do you think Oriental women have souls, the way the English do? She is an Exorcist, after all; perhaps God made an exception for her.

I regret to mention I did not get her name, but I am not sure you would be interested to hear it. She was very kind, though, and her manners were good. You would approve of them, I think. Please do not tell Da, as I have kept my hands & others to myself.

They are sending us out on another mission soon. I have heard the members of my unit talking. It sounds like we might be going with an Exorcist this time. Right now, though, everything is a rumor, and I am content to not assume just yet.

Please, please pray for me. I want to come home for Christmas.

I will write again when I return. I will make sure that it goes out with the compensation they are sending to you; I hope that it will be enough, with Christopher’s cold and the rent.

Your loving son,
Andrew

Dear Mother,

Did you know, when Grandda’s Akuma attacked the farm, I never really saw it up close? I remember you screaming and Da yelling; I remember having to herd the children away so that we could hide. I remember looking through the window and seeing it, and I thought that it looked so much like Grandma that I would have been entirely fooled. I would have greeted her and then she would have gutted me.

The Akuma that we dealt with was no such thing, this time.

It had — oh, Mother, I don’t know that I could describe it in a way that would be fitting for your eyes. It had two heads; it had completely shed any semblance of being a human being. Whatever soul it might have once been, that thing’s long gone to dust now, God or the Devil take it! The Millennium Earl is surely an emissary of Satan, if not one and the same. I still feel a chill in my bones even trying to remember the shape of it, bulbous and swollen and the color of a three-week bruise in the sky …

Three of my friends are dead now. It happened so fast that I didn’t even realize it until their blood was upon it. We have been forbidden to send away to let their families know, just in case. The funeral will be soon; I have heard that other groups are returning with their numbers reduced as well. The Akuma are getting fiercer, I have heard; they are more determined to rend and tear; they are “leveling up,” as they refer to it.

I saw the Exorcist who gave me coffee the other month; she was so swathed in bandages that I thought it was a marvel that she was still in one place. She wept for us — not my group, not just them, but for the Finders that had been with her. I think that perhaps, even if she is not an Englishwoman, she must certainly have a proper gentle soul.

I swear to you, though, I swear, I shall be utterly certain to make sure that you will hear tell. I will not be buried in their dark narrow graveyard; I will come to my homeland for my final rest.

The hour is growing late, and I do not know if I am able to sleep, but I will try. Please give my love to Da and the children; please give me your prayers.

Your loving son,
Andrew

Dear Mother,

I wonder if this will be the end. We have been barricaded in this little house for hours now; possibly days. The Exorcist with us has been killed. It was horrible — I have learned so many things about the way a man’s bones may grind before they pop and shatter, and I pray that this is a knowledge that will never go beyond myself and those in my unit.

Our leader is dead as well. He was taken out so fast — one moment he was speaking to us, and then his head was split cleanly in half. Before he fell our Exorcist was moving, and though he fought hard and desperately, in the end …

God in Heaven save us, I do not want to die. Mother, sweet Mother, please, if God truly is there in His Heaven and can hear the cries of His children, please be thinking of me in this instant, and please give me your prayers, for I do not know how long we can hold out — our radio is destroyed, our golem has been shattered, and we have nothing between us and the demon outside but thin walls of wood, and I can hear the claws scratching to be let in.

Dearest Mother, please give your prayers to your poor Andrew, so he can come home again.

Your loving son———

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