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erythristic) wrote2016-08-29 01:02 am
erythristic) wrote2016-08-29 01:02 am
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week 13 letter
Adrien,
I will begin by admitting I'm probably one of the last people you want to hear from. I don't blame you for it. This is my mea culpa, such as it is, and it is your choice what you do with it. It carries no obligation to accept or to forgive.
To you, I was wrong, as justified as I felt wrapped up in exhaustion, bitterness, and fear. Desperation is not an excuse. My words were ill chosen even as I thought to speak of the creature, the killer, and how it might have thought. Not Adrien Agreste. Not how you thought and felt, no quarter given to how you would hear my words. It was cruel, deliberately so, and all the pursuit of truth, all the speaking of necessity or justice does not change that it was. While my cruelty was never intended for you, it still struck you. I was wrong, and I'm sorry.
You, Adrien, are far different than the heartless creature was. I sincerely believe that's so. You are someone who gives so much of yourself, but do you ask for enough from us in return? All of us...we have asked too much of you, assumed too much. Our crime is selfish thoughtlessness on so many levels, and all the "I didn't mean to" doesn't change that it is engraved in the past. For that as well, I'm sorry.
If I cannot ever come to know you as your friend, at least know I am not your enemy. That regardless of what you choose to do, that will always be the case.
Grell
I will begin by admitting I'm probably one of the last people you want to hear from. I don't blame you for it. This is my mea culpa, such as it is, and it is your choice what you do with it. It carries no obligation to accept or to forgive.
To you, I was wrong, as justified as I felt wrapped up in exhaustion, bitterness, and fear. Desperation is not an excuse. My words were ill chosen even as I thought to speak of the creature, the killer, and how it might have thought. Not Adrien Agreste. Not how you thought and felt, no quarter given to how you would hear my words. It was cruel, deliberately so, and all the pursuit of truth, all the speaking of necessity or justice does not change that it was. While my cruelty was never intended for you, it still struck you. I was wrong, and I'm sorry.
You, Adrien, are far different than the heartless creature was. I sincerely believe that's so. You are someone who gives so much of yourself, but do you ask for enough from us in return? All of us...we have asked too much of you, assumed too much. Our crime is selfish thoughtlessness on so many levels, and all the "I didn't mean to" doesn't change that it is engraved in the past. For that as well, I'm sorry.
If I cannot ever come to know you as your friend, at least know I am not your enemy. That regardless of what you choose to do, that will always be the case.
Grell