Dear Ho-Jin.
I don't know what to say. I don't know if anything I say to you could ever make you forgive me for what I've done. And I deserve that resentment. I know I do. But I want you to just hear me out. I don't plan on making up excuses as to why I killed Hideki. In fact, I have no excuses whatsoever. Nothing can ever atone for what I've done. But despite everything that happened–everything I've done–I want you to know that it wasn't my fault, though you might not believe me. Oh, but of course I don't expect you to forgive me. You can loathe me for the rest of our lives. I deserve your hatred. I killed Hideki, after all.
In spite of all this, even though it was no more than two months ago that I killed Hideki, I still love you, Ho-Jin. I'm not so presumptuous as to presume that even after all this carnage, you'd still love me too. I'd understand if you said that you never wanted to see me again. I know how much Hideki meant to you. He was, after all, just like the meaning of his name–excellent and bright. Hideki was, how do I put it…a way better person than I could ever dream of becoming, yet he was everything I strived to become. He was the complete opposite to me, whose name means death. I think my parents were spot-on when naming me. It was like they knew that the moment I was born I would be destined to kill someone I loved. Maybe that's why they named me Omisha. Anyway, I think I've written enough for today. I'm not really expecting a reply any time soon, so if you detest me and don't send one, I'll understand. I'm so sorry and I love you, Ho-Jin.
Sincerely,
Omisha