Motivational Letter

The writer risked all to smuggle supplies in, and now hears desertion whispered — no mere desertion, they insist, but forsaking every soul who bled and died to keep the struggle alive.

They beg pardon for the hard words: necessity speaks, not menace. Every hand is needed; victory will come somehow, and his reign will end.

Final charge: see that their children never come into the world as fodder for the vrakhiri banquet.