Seldom do I find myself posting publicly. But your apologies merit a response. As you speak both to the Divine and mortal kind, lets examine what you wrought.

Your words are repeated, staggering poorly across the board. The meaning feels not from a beating heart. I read it an wonder, what poor golem you abused to write for you such things with such false candor and rumination on yourself.

You ring hollow, an automaton of dross.

Ser Fitz Devi.

Postscript:
I know that you will vent threats and imprecations for daring to question you.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Valnuary, in the year 1007 AF.