These can be found at the bottom of Oda's trunk, if Leon or anyone cares to go through it. They're folded up with the name of the person they're addressed to on top.
If you're reading this, I'm either dead, or you're digging through my things without permission. If it's the latter, please stop. If it's the former...
I'm sorry about that. From what I remember, I don't think much would motivate me to kill someone, so I probably was killed - but at the same time, I've only had one memory return to me, and if it's on a weekly schedule then I'll get another one tomorrow. Things could change.
I can't guarantee that things won't change, like I couldn't guarantee that I'd survive. But I want you to know that at this moment, I really do care about you. No matter what you've done that you don't remember, no matter what's happened that you don't remember, I want you to get out of here alive.
Please give the other letters here to those who are still around, and please, take care of yourself.
I won't be able to tell your story. It was an honor that you would ask me to, and I'm sorry that I won't be able to write it down. Please find someone else - your story should be immortalized, and outlast both of us.
I don't know when you'll be reading this - tomorrow, or Friday morning if the pattern holds, or after a trial, or weeks from now - but I want you to know that I was grateful to have known you.
If you executed me, I hope that I put up a fight that was worthy of someone called 'your friend'.
I'm sorry. I would have liked to help you get out of here and return to your husband and child, but it seems that things didn't turn out that way. I hope that you'll be able to escape without me.
If I can't do anything else for you, then I just want you to know: I'm glad to have met you, Elaine Hawthorne. You, not your sister, not anyone else. I'm glad that you were my friend.
Someday, I hope that you can tell more people your secret, and smile a little more genuinely.
I don't know the reason why. Maybe I was killed. Maybe I killed someone, even though right now I don't know why I would. I could remember something, and things could change. But as I am right now, I want you to know that I want you and everyone else here to get out alive.
There are envelopes in my trunk that are addressed to 'Dazai' and 'Ango'. Dazai is the one we discussed earlier, the one who understands people so well that he can't function like a normal person. If it's possible, please give him those envelopes - he'll be able to find Ango and give him his.
I'm sorry to impose on you like this. But I would like to say goodbye, if nothing else.
As I write this, I have a novel of yours in my hands. It's a wonderful novel - you have a talent for capturing emotion and making readers feel the way the characters do. I'm sure, if I've lived long enough, that I've already told you how amazing you are as a writer.
Please don't ever forget that it's not all you're good for. You're determined to take care of the people important to you, you've managed to survive this long with a personality you don't agree with sharing your body - you're someone I'm glad to call a friend, even if you weren't a writer at all.
If you're reading this, I'm dead. I don't know how or why - I'm writing this the night after Alec's trial. Anything could have happened: I don't understand this place. I don't even understand the things I'm used to well enough to explain them, and I'm sorry for that.
Please never think that you're any less smart than everyone else because you're not used to the technology here. In your element, you're much more capable than Rick or Rideaux. You're fine as you are and you can escape here alive.
The trunk this letter is in should have a letter addressed to 'Kousuke, Katsumi, Yu, Shinji, and Sakura'. Those are my children. If it's possible, could you make sure that it goes to them? I don't know if you have any siblings, but I think you'd be good with kids. They will probably cry on you, be prepared for that.
If you're reading this, I'm dead. I couldn't say why, because I'm writing this after a trial. I don't know whether I was killed, or whether something motivated me to kill; I'm not sure what would motivate me to kill, but I don't claim to be above temptation.
All I ask is that you survive. You're an asset to the others and you'll help them escape, but even besides that, please survive for your own sake. You're a good person and you don't deserve to be trapped here.
If you're reading this, I'm probably dead, or else you're reading what's at the bottom of my trunk for no apparent reason. If the latter, it's going to be embarrassing and emotional and you should probably stop for your own sake.
Thank you for forgiving me for messing up in the first trial. Thank you for talking to me - even if it was about knife cakes or giraffes, I'm glad to have gotten to know you even a little. I know you don't want people worrying over you, but please try to take care of yourself. I want you to escape, but it's no use if your life out there isn't any better than your life in here.
If I have any alcohol left at the time of death, you can have it.
Please go easy on Akande. I don't think he's used to interacting with people if he's not working with them or fighting them. That may be better for both of you, but things might change even if you don't want them to.
If you're reading this, I'm dead. Also, I haven't read whatever you said you were going to write for me, because if I had I would have updated this letter. It's right after Alec's trial now, and I think I would update it weekly or if something important happens. Being written for is something important.
I don't have any way to help now. I'm not sure I had any to begin with. But I would like you to know that I want you to survive, and tell the story of what happened here. I think that you can do it justice.
If you mention me, please mention my children. I'm nothing without them.
If you're reading this, I'm dead. I'm sorry. You did everything you could to keep the people here safe. Some of us didn't appreciate it, but I know you had the best of intentions.
Please keep those good intentions. Listen to people when they have concerns, but never stop trying to help people. That's the best thing you can do. Maybe, everyone left after me can escape.
If you're reading this, I'm dead. I'm sorry to add to the pile of things you shouldn't have to deal with. Whether I was killed, or I killed for some reason I can't imagine while writing this, you deserve better than taking photos of the bodies.
I hope you go home. I hope you take pictures of your home, and your friends, and I hope that you take pictures of yourself where you're genuinely laughing, and not just trying to cheer yourself up by making faces. I hope you survive.
If you're reading this, I'm dead. I'm sorry. I know that you'll get through this, because you're strong, but whatever happened, I know that it will hurt.
Even strong people rely on others sometimes. If a dead person may offer advice: confide in your friends here. Don't be afraid to admit when you're hurting - that's just natural. Trust that the people you care about care about you too and want to help.
You're strong, but that doesn't mean you have to be perfect all the time. You're not a celebrity inspiring other Hunters who can't show any hint of weakness - you're just Pyrrha, who's going through a tragedy and needs some help like anyone else.
If you're reading this, I'm dead. You probably don't like displays of emotion from dead people, so I'll make this short.
Any medicine in my pile of things is yours. If there's a pocketwatch, that's also yours, and I don't know why I didn't return it to you sooner.
Please help take care of the others. Some of them are foolish and none of them can pay you, but they're all doing their best to get out of here alive, just like you.
I'm sorry for not speaking to you more - at the time I'm writing this we've only really spoken twice, and it's been three weeks, that's terrible. Even so, I'm glad I knew you for as long as I did.
Please go home and see your friends again. Hug a chocobo. Please leave here alive and find the things that make you happy, because after all this, you definitely deserve it.
We didn't know each other well, but I hope you survive. I hope you get out of here and go back to libraries that are better than paper ones. I can hardly imagine, but it sounds like it would be a relief after all this.
I don't know if you're on speaking terms with Dr. Price, but if you are, could you thank him for me? He did his best. I've remembered that trying to save people of tenuous loyalty is a habit of mine, so I would like him to escape too, if possible.
If you're reading this, I'm dead. We haven't spoken much - I'll replace this letter if we talk more directly - but I have to be a little concerned about you.
Once you get out of here, find someone you can trust and tell them everything. Even if they can't help you directly, I think it would be better if someone knew everything that's going on with you. Keeping secrets wears on you even if you don't think of them as secrets.
Please survive. I was looking forward to learning more recipes from you, so I would like it if you taught them to someone else instead.
If you're reading this, I'm dead. I'm not sure what you would feel about that.
You don't like me much, and that's justified. I'm not very intelligent - I would never make a good detective - and I tend to believe the best of people even when I shouldn't. I don't lie well and I believe other people's lies. I've been told I should ridicule people more, be more like you.
I understand that you don't like me, but I never disliked you. Not at the time of writing this, and I don't foresee that changing. I hope that you survive, and I hope that you return to complete your goals like you want to. I hope that they make you happy.
You've been given this letter by someone strange. Maybe a man who owns seven dogs and complains about being catnip for serial killers. Maybe a girl who hunts bears in her spare time. Maybe a man who's bigger than you and I put together and once promised to finish a rhyme for me. Maybe someone else.
Whoever it was, they're a friend of mine. Please treat them well and believe what they say, since they came all the way to deliver this letter to you. You're not usually the one asked for protection, but don't let them come to harm.
The reason they delivered this is that I'm dead.
I'm sorry. I tried my best to survive and return to you, but something happened. I won't be able to try your new recipe, or to drink with you and Ango again. You were right when you said taking pictures in the bar would be our last chance to leave behind evidence.
You were my friend. One of my two dearest friends in the world. To the end, I'm glad that I knew you.
Please give Ango his letter if you were given it, and please stay with him. You must both be in pain right now, and the pain will be less if shared. It's my last request.
It's the sort of thing that Dazai would joke about. and you would tell him to stop being ridiculous, and tell me to stop encouraging him. We've had that scene over and over. I'm sorry that I can't return to that bar and be part of that scene once again.
Please stay with Dazai. He doesn't have many friends, and with me gone, he'll rely on you. He may not admit to it, because he doesn't always recognize his own feelings, but he'll be hurting.
You'll be hurting too. I'm sorry. I never meant to do that to you. Please take care of yourself. Remember to sleep a healthy amount, and eat full meals, and sometimes take a vacation. That's my last request of you.
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LEON
If you're reading this, I'm either dead, or you're digging through my things without permission. If it's the latter, please stop. If it's the former...
I'm sorry about that. From what I remember, I don't think much would motivate me to kill someone, so I probably was killed - but at the same time, I've only had one memory return to me, and if it's on a weekly schedule then I'll get another one tomorrow. Things could change.
I can't guarantee that things won't change, like I couldn't guarantee that I'd survive. But I want you to know that at this moment, I really do care about you. No matter what you've done that you don't remember, no matter what's happened that you don't remember, I want you to get out of here alive.
Please give the other letters here to those who are still around, and please, take care of yourself.
-Oda
AKANDE
If you're reading this, I'm dead.
I won't be able to tell your story. It was an honor that you would ask me to, and I'm sorry that I won't be able to write it down. Please find someone else - your story should be immortalized, and outlast both of us.
I don't know when you'll be reading this - tomorrow, or Friday morning if the pattern holds, or after a trial, or weeks from now - but I want you to know that I was grateful to have known you.
If you executed me, I hope that I put up a fight that was worthy of someone called 'your friend'.
Please survive.
-Oda
ELAINE
If you're reading this, I'm dead.
I'm sorry. I would have liked to help you get out of here and return to your husband and child, but it seems that things didn't turn out that way. I hope that you'll be able to escape without me.
If I can't do anything else for you, then I just want you to know: I'm glad to have met you, Elaine Hawthorne. You, not your sister, not anyone else. I'm glad that you were my friend.
Someday, I hope that you can tell more people your secret, and smile a little more genuinely.
-Oda
WILL
If you're reading this, I'm dead.
I don't know the reason why. Maybe I was killed. Maybe I killed someone, even though right now I don't know why I would. I could remember something, and things could change. But as I am right now, I want you to know that I want you and everyone else here to get out alive.
There are envelopes in my trunk that are addressed to 'Dazai' and 'Ango'. Dazai is the one we discussed earlier, the one who understands people so well that he can't function like a normal person. If it's possible, please give him those envelopes - he'll be able to find Ango and give him his.
I'm sorry to impose on you like this. But I would like to say goodbye, if nothing else.
Thank you.
-Oda
FUKAWA
As I write this, I have a novel of yours in my hands. It's a wonderful novel - you have a talent for capturing emotion and making readers feel the way the characters do. I'm sure, if I've lived long enough, that I've already told you how amazing you are as a writer.
Please don't ever forget that it's not all you're good for. You're determined to take care of the people important to you, you've managed to survive this long with a personality you don't agree with sharing your body - you're someone I'm glad to call a friend, even if you weren't a writer at all.
Above all, please survive.
-Oda
MOZU
If you're reading this, I'm dead. I don't know how or why - I'm writing this the night after Alec's trial. Anything could have happened: I don't understand this place. I don't even understand the things I'm used to well enough to explain them, and I'm sorry for that.
Please never think that you're any less smart than everyone else because you're not used to the technology here. In your element, you're much more capable than Rick or Rideaux. You're fine as you are and you can escape here alive.
The trunk this letter is in should have a letter addressed to 'Kousuke, Katsumi, Yu, Shinji, and Sakura'. Those are my children. If it's possible, could you make sure that it goes to them? I don't know if you have any siblings, but I think you'd be good with kids. They will probably cry on you, be prepared for that.
Thank you.
-Oda
[The trunk contains no such letter.]
MAKO
If you're reading this, I'm dead. I couldn't say why, because I'm writing this after a trial. I don't know whether I was killed, or whether something motivated me to kill; I'm not sure what would motivate me to kill, but I don't claim to be above temptation.
All I ask is that you survive. You're an asset to the others and you'll help them escape, but even besides that, please survive for your own sake. You're a good person and you don't deserve to be trapped here.
I'm glad we met.
-Oda
RICK
If you're reading this, I'm probably dead, or else you're reading what's at the bottom of my trunk for no apparent reason. If the latter, it's going to be embarrassing and emotional and you should probably stop for your own sake.
Thank you for forgiving me for messing up in the first trial. Thank you for talking to me - even if it was about knife cakes or giraffes, I'm glad to have gotten to know you even a little. I know you don't want people worrying over you, but please try to take care of yourself. I want you to escape, but it's no use if your life out there isn't any better than your life in here.
If I have any alcohol left at the time of death, you can have it.
Please go easy on Akande. I don't think he's used to interacting with people if he's not working with them or fighting them. That may be better for both of you, but things might change even if you don't want them to.
I'm glad we met.
-Oda
VARRIC
If you're reading this, I'm dead. Also, I haven't read whatever you said you were going to write for me, because if I had I would have updated this letter. It's right after Alec's trial now, and I think I would update it weekly or if something important happens. Being written for is something important.
I don't have any way to help now. I'm not sure I had any to begin with. But I would like you to know that I want you to survive, and tell the story of what happened here. I think that you can do it justice.
If you mention me, please mention my children. I'm nothing without them.
I'm glad to have known you, if only briefly.
-Oda
JOHN
If you're reading this, I'm dead. I'm sorry. You did everything you could to keep the people here safe. Some of us didn't appreciate it, but I know you had the best of intentions.
Please keep those good intentions. Listen to people when they have concerns, but never stop trying to help people. That's the best thing you can do. Maybe, everyone left after me can escape.
I'm glad we met.
-Oda
MAX
If you're reading this, I'm dead. I'm sorry to add to the pile of things you shouldn't have to deal with. Whether I was killed, or I killed for some reason I can't imagine while writing this, you deserve better than taking photos of the bodies.
I hope you go home. I hope you take pictures of your home, and your friends, and I hope that you take pictures of yourself where you're genuinely laughing, and not just trying to cheer yourself up by making faces. I hope you survive.
-Oda
PYRRHA
If you're reading this, I'm dead. I'm sorry. I know that you'll get through this, because you're strong, but whatever happened, I know that it will hurt.
Even strong people rely on others sometimes. If a dead person may offer advice: confide in your friends here. Don't be afraid to admit when you're hurting - that's just natural. Trust that the people you care about care about you too and want to help.
You're strong, but that doesn't mean you have to be perfect all the time. You're not a celebrity inspiring other Hunters who can't show any hint of weakness - you're just Pyrrha, who's going through a tragedy and needs some help like anyone else.
Please survive.
-Oda
RIDEAUX
If you're reading this, I'm dead. You probably don't like displays of emotion from dead people, so I'll make this short.
Any medicine in my pile of things is yours. If there's a pocketwatch, that's also yours, and I don't know why I didn't return it to you sooner.
Please help take care of the others. Some of them are foolish and none of them can pay you, but they're all doing their best to get out of here alive, just like you.
-Oda
NOCTIS
If you're reading this, I'm dead.
I'm sorry for not speaking to you more - at the time I'm writing this we've only really spoken twice, and it's been three weeks, that's terrible. Even so, I'm glad I knew you for as long as I did.
Please go home and see your friends again. Hug a chocobo. Please leave here alive and find the things that make you happy, because after all this, you definitely deserve it.
-Oda
CT
If you're reading this, I'm dead.
We didn't know each other well, but I hope you survive. I hope you get out of here and go back to libraries that are better than paper ones. I can hardly imagine, but it sounds like it would be a relief after all this.
I don't know if you're on speaking terms with Dr. Price, but if you are, could you thank him for me? He did his best. I've remembered that trying to save people of tenuous loyalty is a habit of mine, so I would like him to escape too, if possible.
Thank you.
-Oda
SOMA
If you're reading this, I'm dead. We haven't spoken much - I'll replace this letter if we talk more directly - but I have to be a little concerned about you.
Once you get out of here, find someone you can trust and tell them everything. Even if they can't help you directly, I think it would be better if someone knew everything that's going on with you. Keeping secrets wears on you even if you don't think of them as secrets.
Please survive. I was looking forward to learning more recipes from you, so I would like it if you taught them to someone else instead.
-Oda
APOLLONIA
If you're reading this, I'm dead. I'm not sure what you would feel about that.
You don't like me much, and that's justified. I'm not very intelligent - I would never make a good detective - and I tend to believe the best of people even when I shouldn't. I don't lie well and I believe other people's lies. I've been told I should ridicule people more, be more like you.
I understand that you don't like me, but I never disliked you. Not at the time of writing this, and I don't foresee that changing. I hope that you survive, and I hope that you return to complete your goals like you want to. I hope that they make you happy.
-Oda
DAZAI
You've been given this letter by someone strange. Maybe a man who owns seven dogs and complains about being catnip for serial killers. Maybe a girl who hunts bears in her spare time. Maybe a man who's bigger than you and I put together and once promised to finish a rhyme for me. Maybe someone else.
Whoever it was, they're a friend of mine. Please treat them well and believe what they say, since they came all the way to deliver this letter to you. You're not usually the one asked for protection, but don't let them come to harm.
The reason they delivered this is that I'm dead.
I'm sorry. I tried my best to survive and return to you, but something happened. I won't be able to try your new recipe, or to drink with you and Ango again. You were right when you said taking pictures in the bar would be our last chance to leave behind evidence.
You were my friend. One of my two dearest friends in the world. To the end, I'm glad that I knew you.
Please give Ango his letter if you were given it, and please stay with him. You must both be in pain right now, and the pain will be less if shared. It's my last request.
-Oda
ANGO
This letter is to tell you that I died in space.
It's the sort of thing that Dazai would joke about. and you would tell him to stop being ridiculous, and tell me to stop encouraging him. We've had that scene over and over. I'm sorry that I can't return to that bar and be part of that scene once again.
Please stay with Dazai. He doesn't have many friends, and with me gone, he'll rely on you. He may not admit to it, because he doesn't always recognize his own feelings, but he'll be hurting.
You'll be hurting too. I'm sorry. I never meant to do that to you. Please take care of yourself. Remember to sleep a healthy amount, and eat full meals, and sometimes take a vacation. That's my last request of you.
-Oda