When the Tsol'teth destroyed your city, you fought hard and retook your city. But when the day was done and your city was once again your own, it was clear that you couldn't simply resume being the same city you were before. So much had changed, you had to become something new. However, you chose to close yourself off and become defined by a ban. A ban that was born of hatred of those you blamed for your broken buildings and flooded streets. Instead of defining yourself by who you wanted to be, you chose to define yourself by who you hate.

Now, in response to Shirszae's apology, you continue to show just how much you are defined by your hatred. Some of you are even willing to admit that while you would be willing to forgive Shirszae, you refuse, because then you would have to forgive Hashan and Targossas as well. But if you forgive all of us, including Shirszae, what would you have left? You could actually move forward, progress, and find a new purpose for your city. But you won't. That would require opening yourself up to the possibility of being hurt again, and you're too afraid of that. It's so much easier to stay right where you're at, stagnant and irrelevant.

You know what's great about Cyrene defining themselves by how much they hate us though? It doesn't affect us one bit.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Daedalan, in the year 822 AF.