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Two piles of letters spread across the table of his personal study.
One counts maybe a hundred, copies upon copies, different only in who they are addressed to. While the originally copy had been written by hand most are magical copies. Bluebirds will spread them far and wide come sunrise.
What few remain separate, no more than a dozen, he's written in advance. Each as personalized as it can be given the circumstances, not a single spell involved. Any magic residue could and would be taken as a threat, risk this plan before it could even begin.
Because this war has lasted longer than it has any right to, filled with jam and crumbs and sacrifices no amount of forgiveness could undo. And yet. They threaten to be sitting ducks blind to any way out other than more violence, more harm, more despair. If that is what it takes, if this can only end in total destruction of either side, then it will be fate fought every step of the way. Every chance to prevent even one more loss seized, no matter the method.
Those who think him bound utterly by laws or common sense have never met the brilliant student who nonetheless spent dozens of hours in detention, who bent and blatantly broke rules when he thought it for to be for a good cause. And this is a good cause, or maybe a desperate one. A dangerous approach, though only in the sense of implications, or so he likes to believe. Every precaution taken to prevent exploitation.
Four will join the rest in the mail, a hope, a warning, a promise. Six he carefully slips inside his cape, letting go of the usual chains kept on its newly strange properties. He needs it to be more than a surface now, reveal the depths won from a realm impossible. More gateway than fabric. By the time he can no longer sense them his fingers have gone cold. Regardless they linger just a moment more, uncertain. There is nothing to lose, he reminds himself. Everything to gain, as small as the chance of success is.
(The last letter remains on his desk, unsent. He's not sure why he wrote it in the first place, given that he rather hopes the recipient knows to show up come sickness or injury)