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[finalizes]

Phillip's overlay accused me of writing letters. [He sounds half offended, half factual, and half... okay, who needs math. The third half is still vaguely confused. It's just such a weird accusation to him. Why would he, out of all people, write a letter? It's that confusion that keeps him from figuring this out with thinking about this, and thus he addresses the network about it before he's reached a conclusion.

After a moment he realizes that he should deliver the actual information, so he continues:] He pushed a newspaper at me and then asked what I have against Majesty's. And then he accused me of having written and mailed letters.

And that he saw me doing it.

I don't think he was lying, so either someone messed with his memories or he saw someone who looks similar to me doing it. He seemed very sure, though.

[Also. Following Death's advice:]

And Saffron is a yellow-orange toad right now. If you see her alone, return her to me.