I'm lost. Everything I knew was a lie, my brother brought me aboard and told me his true intent, that was to assassinate the Patriarch. That's why he gave me the wtsai with which to train. That's why he sent me to the schools he did. That's why he looked after me and groomed me and made sure I learned language and the art of entertaining and dealing with dignitaries and made certain I learn to stalk and pounce with precision and skill. He wanted an assassin the Patriarch would not expect.

I'm scared. The mirror Kzinrettes gave me a letter, they said it was from my mother and father. Rander Riit and Milton T. Dammers. It includes a small holograph, of their wedding shortly after the fall of the Terran Empire when my father hid himself as a Caitian due to the influence of the Jusenkyo water. Mirror indeed, blessings out of curses. A letter from a Kzinrette who claims to be my mother, the mother I've known all my life may not be my mother, my lover's mirror is my father. My life sucks.

Heya babe!

Like we've been watching you for like ever and please understand that we sent you away when things got really bad here and we didn't want you getting hurt or captured or something. We even almost died a couple of times but we're still here and still running from the nasty Klingons and Cardassians.

I am so sorry baby girl that the launch window only allowed us fifteen minutes to exist in your universe before we had to go back, but we couldn't bring the entire fleet with us and so we had to go. I so totally wish we could bring everyone your side, there are so few of us left after Homeworld was carpet bombed by the Klingons, they said we were worse than Tribbles and have been hunting us down ever since.

Your daddy and I talked long and hard about bringing you back with us but it's still dangerous over here and we don't want you to get hurt. Maybe someday when it gets better we can send for you so you think about it, kay? Oh, and tell the Patriarch we're sorry for being meanies and stealing his war college. It's only 20,000 troops so it's not so bad is it?

Hugs and kisses from your loving parents,

Rander Riit and Milton T. Dammers

I want to die.