As the letter would reach the injured Ahmanu, he would hesitantly open it, as if he knew nothing good could come out of it at such a time. As he slowly began to read, he let himself fall back against the cold and dirty wall, removing his now broken mask, as tears would begin to flow down his bruised face reading the words left in his name "You gave my people a place to call home and a chance to prove our worth and for that, I will be eternally grateful, akhi. It was an honor to serve and honor both you and Vikela and I will strive to keep doing so. Rest well akhi, the eternal hilltop awaits." he said, each word getting clearer and clearer, reaching an absolute and solid tone, one of conviction, before he used his non-injured arm to lift himself back up, as he looked over at his group. "We stand tall and proud akhis, For Vikela We Soar."