This is the prophetic threshing. The bushel I held for both of you has
yielded no ample return. I have loved you Darknight even when there was
a splinter in my own eye. Do you give such words without seeing what my
beloved and I have sought to keep sacred? Anoshia and I called you a
friend once. Any word I have spoken was out of love towards you, and the
same to Floralei. I do not question your beliefs. I knew at the heart of
all things you were still faithful to the Way. As with many of our past
followers within the fold that you are aware of. I am not blind to
reason, nor your innate principles. I had hoped that you would disdain
your hatred in our memory. Out of all the sufferings we have witnessed
you burden us in more shame and hollow discrepancy.

It is clear to me now you have never loved. Nor will you ever. In spite
of it all I must congradulate how far you will meddle even when the bond
severs close, and the ties of friendship lost forever. Trust in this: I
have failed you both and all that I have tried to encompass has thus
failed.

I understand your reasoning and thoughts from afar no matter where your
paths lead.

Antreus of House Atreide

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Mayan, in the year 370 AF.