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[Filter: Private, in High Dentorian]

[a long pause]

Dear Kerrigan,

I'm sorry.

I believe that everything balances in the eyes of the Dragons. Isn't that what it's all about? Light and Dark, masculine and feminine ... those are the most basic tenants of our faith, aren't they? And so, it's only natural to believe that for every good thing a man does, something good comes to him. And, of course, for every bad thing a man does, he is paid back, in kind, with something bad happening to him.

... I killed a man.

No, that's misleading.

I've killed many. Men, women ... worse. Some might say those deaths were out of my hands, but I also believe that we always have our choices. I always tried to do it as cleanly as possible, to not involve anyone who wasn't a part of the conflict, but I can't say for sure whether or not that's the truth of the matter. I never took joy in their deaths, but, well. I hardly need to have.

And it would be a lie to say it wasn't satisfying, in that one case. Feeling Byron of Rowan bleeding out all over my hands, seeing him tumble from his horse ... what I felt in those moments was not regret or remorse. I was glad to see myself finally triumphing over him in something. I was proud to see him dying at my hands.

I ...

I think that's why you were born. And I think that's why you died.

And I ... I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry that my actions were the result of everything that happened. And I'm sorry that I didn't want you, didn't care if you lived or died.

I would very, very much like to have seen the woman you grew up to become.

I suppose ... that's really all there is to say.