"Could that be true?" Kain hopes that by having this conversation, there's a chance at changing all of this. He can't stop looking at those last chilling words, the words of someone who knows he's lost, but begging and pleading for release from that suffering. It's not something he'd want to burden anyone with.

It all sinks in very suddenly. He knew all along, of course, after all the letters are addressed to one person alone. But somehow he'd hoped he could have spared her all of this. Somehow, he'd thought maybe some future version of himself had... given her the letters. Foolish. No. The things she's saying... the way this has all gone so far...

"Inessa. She... kept them. Even after I..." No, he can't say it. Death in itself isn't the problem, it's the type of death. "Even then. ...Ness, no... I can't let this happen, I can't do this to her..."