>Sai Haven.
>Father taught me many. But what I's held nearest was his first tenant.
>Pragmatism is the highest skill of mind. One exercises it, and thinks clearly. Other skills of mind are of use too! Just, when they cloud one, pragmatism can make things clear back.
>And it is with pragmate that I say, I's fester.
 
>I wondered much and hard before we fight! Festering is the removal of meaning, insipid result of worthless repetition! When a dream lasts more than must, dream festers! When nightmare scares without giving help, nightmare festers!
 
>But, nightmares serve purpose when fester, or try to, even if their try is automatic, insipid! Yet dreams become harming. I's studied this much, for I's dream. Miss Base has been kind to answer questions, many of them! And I's know this will bring sadness but tell her, take happiness! For I's dead with my mind clear, pragmatic, before festering took much hold. I die I's own!
 
>Father made me from his most beautiful dream. But You know this! And I shan't ruin that! It is great insult to such gift!
>I know I's festering, because, my mind goes places, which I can't clear being pragmatic. Thus I's mad or weak. Festering!
His tone, before grave but glad, losses it's cheer now.
>I's know morality. And hysteria! I's know the value of babies, after Miss Base was kind to explain. Babies have much value! Promises!
>Yet, that is not moral! Moral can pragmate too! Value of babies is hysteria!
 
>And I's understands this hysteria! Baby grows in mother, from father's seed! Like your beauty, Sai Haven -mother!- and Father's flesh grew us! And this baby is much connected to mother! A mother cannot pragmate with that much connection, baby is most precious!
 
>Yet, has the baby done anything?
>Has the baby earned life?
>No!
>And this is promise! Baby can do much!
>Yet, thus is I's betrayal! My festering!
>Because I's not believe this. Father -My father!- has much value too! Met promises! He has knowledge, much knowledge, that baby has not!
>Yet I's festering brings ideas forth! Of the hysteria behind value of the baby that father would take! For, I think that mother -of baby, not you!- would not understand.
>But this, it festers! I fought with you mother, and failed! Thus, meaningless repetition awaits me. I shall fester in I's insipidedness.
>Because Sai Haven, I said many thing, in message I left you, that should have said: You's festering!
>What if father did not trust I to defeat you? I did not, so it can be not insult! Just fact!
>What if father does not allow I to know, what is my dream of? I's not ready to know! It has much value to father!
>And even now, I speak poison of father! With the voice that father gave!
>I's festering, mother.
He is silent for a long while, trying to start talking again a few times before saying anything intelligible.
>You fought well, Sai Haven. Much strength! And I had more power but, you won! Because you have much wit! And experience! And you fought, and did not underestimate I!
>And this, Sai Haven, it honors I!
>So it honors me, to say, mother, take what you's earn! Take I's life!
>Because it is that, or I fester! And insult father's gift, and the fight of we!
The tape keeps playing, only static, the only indication that it didn't end yet some background noise.
>But I, I pragmate but still have much shame! Father will feel sad that I's dead! And Mis Base, because she explained many things, and I's know, she wanted to explain more!
>I knows, I's should tell them that I fester! But I think, if I tell them, they's be sad before I's dead! And that's more sad!
>So mother, tell them, I's sorry! But I wanted to go, before my festering hurt them.
>It was an honor to fight you, Sai Safe Haven. I's only regret is, I's not see all of your beauty! Just a bit!
>But maybe, you show! So happiness may be!