Ariel
I may have led you to believe that I was not at the center of your prior pains. You have been wrongly accusing the wrong half of me for the terrors you endured, those long years ago.
It was me. It was my greed and desire to ascend that tormented you. He was my strength when I was entirely weak.
To rely on that evil to bring me up was foolish, and self-centered. But it was my decision alone. I apologize, Ariel, and there is no depth to the guilt I feel when I think back on it.
Truly, the most terrifying part of this is that back then, I cared nothing for you. Not for a moment. But he had the presence of mind and propriety to at least assume the role of friendship. It was not me that walked beside you at the burial of your beloved. It was not me who gave you the kindness you most certainly deserved.
And the prior two years do not make up for a decade of ill feelings.