Shit, Nari-chan, if I'm dead I owe ya a big fucking apology. You were like family to me, and I meant what I said about you being tough enough to become like a dragon. Far as I'm concerned, you're real fucking honorary member of the Kijin Clan. [ He scrawls that part out in kanji, showing off his fancy penmanship when he writes the name of his clan. ] I ain't never thought of caring for people outside of sex or fighting before, but you were so fucking hot and so fucking sweet that I fell for you. Pluton-- plastic? [ There's some scrawls here before he seems to find the right word. ] Platonically. (Though I wouldn't turn down a fuck if you were offering.)

Anyways, you're some of the best this place has and your parents don't know shit about you. You're better than them and better than whatever shit they had planned for you. Make your own life and don't let nobody control you, even if it means living a little wild. You can do it. You're strong and you've got all the brains to do whatever you feel like doing. Dragons don't let anything hold 'em back, so don't let my death make you too upset, girlie. I got over the death of my Uncle B, so I know you can do this.

Love ya,
Nishitani

Oh, and if you get the chance, punch PAL for me, would you? That'd be fucking rad.