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Dear Coriolanus Snow,
I beseech you with the deepest sincerity and the weight of a father's heart. My plea emerges from the very core of my being, fueled by a desperate desire for the safety and well-being of my beloved son, Sejanus. In the quiet of the night, I have roused from my slumber, compelled by a sense of urgency to pen these words and implore your benevolence.
I am aware of the subtle message conveyed through the delicate wings of the little bird that found its way to Dr. Gaul. In my heart, I understand that your intentions bear no malice towards my son. I do not think you know the message was in the jabberjay because I know if you did know, it would have been killed. It is with this fragile thread of hope that I reach out to you, offering everything I possess in exchange for the assurance of Sejanus's safety. The stakes are high, and I am willing to lay my all at your feet, for the sake of preserving the life and future of my only cherished child.
Dr. Gaul, in her enigmatic and twisted machinations, seems to harbor a peculiar inclination towards keeping you content. I am cognizant of the delicate dance of power and influence within our society, and I acknowledge your position as a figure of considerable authority. Therefore, I humbly implore you to heed this earnest plea, not out of obligation, but as an act of mercy and compassion.
Consider the gravity of a father's love and the vulnerability of a parent's heart. Sejanus is not just a mere name; he is the embodiment of my hopes, dreams, and the legacy I wish to leave behind. I understand the intricacies of our societal structure, the dynamics that govern our lives, and the unspoken rules that shape destinies. Yet, in the face of such formidable forces, I turn to you as a father, stripped of pretense and pride.
In your hands lies the power to alter the course of Sejanus's fate. I beseech you to claim him as a Snow, not as a mere formality, but as a shield against the perils that lurk in the shadows. Let the name serve as a safeguard, a symbol of protection that transcends the complexities of our world. I offer my humble wealth, my meager possessions, and the entirety of my existence to ensure that this plea does not fall on deaf ears.
This may seem like the ramblings of an old man, and perhaps it is. However, within these words lies the essence of a father's love, a force that knows no bounds. My only wish, though it may appear foolish, is for Sejanus to be shielded from the storm that threatens to engulf him. I appeal to the humanity within you, to the empathy that exists even in the highest echelons of power.
I understand that the world we inhabit is fraught with complexities, and the paths we tread are treacherous. Yet, in this moment of vulnerability, I entrust my deepest fears and hopes to your discretion. May the plea of a desperate father find resonance within your heart, and may Sejanus find refuge under the umbrella of your protection.
With utmost sincerity,
Strabo Plinth