[Yasu nods, opening up her letter and spreading out the contents. Inside is a lock of wavy blond hair, a photograph of a young girl apparently protesting her extremely frilly outfit, and a pair of kid-sized boxing gloves.]

This is Jessica Ushiromiya. She's the, um, lady I served back on Rokkenjima, and... the closest thing I had to a friend b- back home. [Yasu blushes slightly, realizes that she's blushing, and curses herself for a fool as another now-obvious piece clicks into place.] A- Anyways, I, er, I l- like her, but... definitely not enough to kill for her.