A letter to his son could easily have been kept private, everyone sees this for what it is. A shockingly poor attempt at damage limitation and face saving,

Also, I prefer domanin

~Jew~

lol not me matey.

~G~rin.

Caius_Jr walks through the sleepy streets of St. Louis and hangs his head. A sigh gathers in his chest but he doesn't release it, the depression just keeps it down. He misses the home of his childhood, the home his father fought to defend, the home now laid to ruin. Dodging contemptuous looks, broken hearts and angry words, Jr meets up with his friend Caius, son of the fallen leader Gaius. He claps his friend on the back, whispering words of lament for both their fathers, and agrees that they'll build back up right.

"What has happened these past few days is nothing short of a tragedy. We bleed for our city, we don't give up the fight, and we learn from all mistakes. Those of us who remain will see LA as a shining city again. We're in a hard spot, now. I stand by you. Sure, our fathers may have had their faults, mistakes and left us too soon. But they had passion and drive, something that everyone should envy."

 "Our fathers fought together, arm in arm.  They crusaded to protect their friends, their families and to suport their Godfather's cause.  They fought for the things anyone would fight for.  It is an easy decision to make when your heart is loyal.  Many of those people would go back and make the same decisions that they made on that day for their GodFathers without hesitation, and would have no regret."

Jr pulls out a cigarette from a slim gold case that belonged to his father Remus, and passes a smoke to Caius. He watches the young man pull in a deep drag, the end a bright orange glow, and focuses on the blue wisps of smoke circling around them in the light wind. Winds of change. Indeed.