Ah, I knew your heart spoke in your first letter, and you wanted to leave London. You shall, too, for God has willed it. Ever since I heard from you I have been dealing with the bonds which bound me to London one by one, unravelling some and breaking others. They are all discharged now, every one of dlc call of duty black ops, and I need think of them no more. My poor, dear child. But why are you crying. Am I asking too much of you.