Dear Frederick,
This will be my last letter. There are two matches left. After that... After that the end will come. I no longer want this to happen. The future holds nothing for me, nothing but death and darkness. And it scares me. At least, the knowledge that my death will be swift is comforting.
But even so, I fear for you. I believe we are high enough that nothing can come down, but I can never be truly certain. Ifever something were to happen, I want you to stand still. Taking up the arms and fighting would accomplish nothing. Let them have their victory and leave in peace. I feel tired of it all.
If you must rebuild, if the world is broken but without war, then build. If you must fight, if you must take arms and battle, then stand. Lower your weapons. Run. Live in peace, in my memory. When I am exiled to the land that lays beyond, I do not want to see you there for decades to come.
Even in my absence, please live a long life.
With hope of release, William.