You had been finding odd letters in your barracks for a few weeks, love letters. They were always crumbled in what must have been an angry manner. The newest read:

'Gods worst torment is to not have you, to love someone so deeply and them not able to reciprocate. To have you and not have you all in the same breath, oh it aches me. My heart beats a million times a day and each beat reminds me of you, how alive I feel in your presence. The mere thought of you is the embodiment of my happiness.'