The delay was purposeful. Any less and she might have come after him. It was complicated further by the fact that the creature known once as It was not entirely in its old body which led to a good deal of confusion and asking around town by some poor out of sorts urchin.
Eventually, though, it would arrive to her.
Megera,
I hate letters and this is written in haste. I have valued out talks as of late. They reminded me, again and again, no matter what I wear, who I am. This is important. One such as me should never be allowed to forget. Mercy for me has long been used up. I go now to cut my bonds. This is what you wanted, I know, even if you did not say it in so many words. Consider yourself a muse for murder, then. I think you will like that.
Giuseppe