Remy: Before going back to the fight, he stepped aside and read the letter his sister had left for him.
My dearest brother,
I am so sorry that I haven't been there for you. I want you to know that I tried. I really wanted you to like Jean Pierre, but killing myself probably didn't help. I doubt that you'll ever forgive me or him, but I just want you to know how sorry I am. I know I am, or I was, a terrible sister. And I don't want you to think of me like that. I want you to think of me as the amazing sister you had that was always there for you, the one you grew up with, your best friend. But I know that won't happen, and it's my fault. But I'd rather have you think of me as just your sister instead of the failure traitor to the family. I love you, mama, and papa more than anything. Jean Pierre is a different type of love than with you. I never meant to replace you or anything.
I suppose you're wondering how you got this letter, I'm using magic to write them as I sit here, dying. You know, you have the most adorable face. Oh how I wish to pinch your cheeks again, even if it gets me smacked.
So, I know I'm going to die. I want you to grow up to be the best student and best Leroy you can be. Find a nice girl to settle down with. Just be happy.
I love you, Remy. You're the best brother ever. Please forgive me.
Your sister,
Jolie
He bit his lip and looked away. For a twelve year old, he had a stunning control over his emotions. They were threatening to overcome him.