I can't imagine it was. I'm glad you're alright. I heard about Caroline.
No, I'm not. We all had to do things there we normally would not do. If he had done it here...then I would act.
Anyway, talking about Tom is not the reason I contacted you. When I died repeatedly there...especially by tracker jackers, I would hallucinate *them*. The things they said...it hit home, it struck a nerve. Who is to say it wasn't my subconscious telling me what I already knew masked as them, but I need to say this:
I'm sorry. Brother, I'm sorry for hurting and disappointing you. For letting you down. Not only home, but especially here. For expecting you to change and stretch above what was reasonable. I don't blame you from walking away from me. From us. But no matter what happens, you know I love you and always will. Right?