It's been brought to my attention, rather forcefully and painfully, that
what I did to you, Hashan, was wrong. Yes, it's true I led Belladona to
your city and giggled like a schoolgirl as your citizens fell one by
one, and yes, it's true I did it absolutely on purpose without any
regards to the innocents that were there.

At the time, I had no regrets. I felt you punks deserved it for all
teaming up on Dad when he was in your city, and later me just for being
his son -- without even an apology.

So, anyways. What I did was stupid, and I caused the death of a handful
of people, and risked the deaths of people I didn't want to die. I don't
want to be unenemied, I don't want you all to start hugging me and
thinking I love you, and for the love of Kastalia I don't want you all
to think I like you. I hate you.

Even if I hate you, though, it's not right to put the lives of people I
don't hate in danger, or for me to endanger your novices who haven't
done a thing to me. I'm sorry for luring Belladona to your city, and
leaving her in your hands to deal with, and I'm sorry to everyone who
died.

On a side note, I'm sorry to the group of three novices that were rather
rude to me and invoked my wrath in the form of ogre sentries. You simply
caught me at the worst time possible and annoyed me just enough to piss
me off. I'll take you three bashing, if you can read this and ask me to.
Please don't know how to read.

So, in closing, I'm sorry Hashan. Don't let me catch your marks outside
of your city, though. I'm also sorry to Odua, Tariq and Cheryl, or
whoever that O guy was. Manners are a wonderful thing!

Miagorme Corten

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Aeguary, in the year 452 AF.