Dear Irene Aria Kelly,
It appears that there is some pieces of the story that you are missing. Did you just happen to forget about how you screamed at me, cursed me in every language you knew? How you said I was crazy, that I needed a head doctor?
Irene Kelly, Maribella Fia, whatever goddamned name you happen to be calling yourself these days, you are nothing but a liar. A cheat, as well. No, don't try and act like you have no idea what it is I'm talking about.
You kissed me once. Got drunk off of shine, and kissed me. We woke up together, that next morning. Do you remember that, dear? I definitely do.
You only remembered what I had done. Do you even remember what you have done? You hide from all the evil you've created in this world in the shell of a monster that we all know you to be.
You're a monster. A bitch, a freak, whatever else we may call you, in the end of it all, all of that is rooted in a monster. A monster hiding inside of a woman who claims to be an innocent. I'd wager even your precious Josephine knows that.
She knew more than she let on, now didn't she? Those Pinkertons are a tricky, smart bunch. It'd be stupid of you to think anything differently. She doesn't love you, foolish girl. How much did you tell her, again? How much of that do you think was information she's used to kill our people? You're a lovesick fool. You told her everything, didn't you? Of course you did. Stupid girl. Do better next time, will you? Next time, don't be a cheating floozy. Next time, don't fall for a woman who only seeks to destroy you, and the rest of us.
Do be sure Jonathan won't find this. We wouldn't want him finding out, would we? Imagine how he'd take that. Don't come crying to me if he does, darling.
To the ends of all time, my dear
-Cora Joanna Pavlov.
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