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An Open Yet Improbable Apology
Written by: Countess Nezaya Visindi, Witch
Date: Monday, March 10th, 2025
Addressed to: Overseer Grandue Xeh'ria, Keeper of the Iron Crown
Hello Overseer,
I don't like you much. I'm certain that's mutual. I am disinclined to trust you and I know that's mutual too.
However, there is a luxury that I have long endeavored to deny myself, and that is self-deception. I am forced to behold the carnage of my own works. Sometimes intentional, sometimes not. Intent is unimportant, only the results of the labour.
In these recent controversial events, lines formed and became quite deep. The danger of this is it leads to a certain silencing of instincts. I knew what my goals were, I pursued them. My failure was accepting assurances that were glittering, but did not align with past statements and behaviours. Behaviours seldom lie. A person's actions are their truest biography, and no better window into their future exists.
As a reward for your efforts, though unsuccessful, to be an early warning, I offer you a gift that I expect you will appreciate.
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The Gift;
You were correct, I should've listened.
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I'm sure this statement, difficult as it was to pen, will surely never be tossed back at me, right? Right?
Ah well. Fair is fair. I can admit when I am wrong. It is a rare gift, as all the people who shouted defences can attest, trying to unburden themselves of their complicity by pointing to the actions of others.
More proof will surely follow in posts, a lot of deflection that can amount to, 'well you do bad things too!'
Yes, I do.
But as I watched the children of the Angai disemboweled by wild beasts, their eyes ripped from their living heads, their sorrow and agony filling their dying brains, it was not my voice that filled their ears as their world dimmed in horror. Not mine screaming, 'Mandad, andad,' with applause and joy. I cannot take credit for that.
Overseer, we will never be friends and I'm sure your works and mine will often run in opposition. But on this one, this day at least I must admit; you had the right of it.
Countess Nezaya Visindi,
Witch
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All my opinions are personal. I speak for no one but myself.
Penned by my hand on the 24th of Scarlatan, in the year 970 AF.
An Open Yet Improbable Apology
Written by: Countess Nezaya Visindi, Witch
Date: Monday, March 10th, 2025
Addressed to: Overseer Grandue Xeh'ria, Keeper of the Iron Crown
Hello Overseer,
I don't like you much. I'm certain that's mutual. I am disinclined to trust you and I know that's mutual too.
However, there is a luxury that I have long endeavored to deny myself, and that is self-deception. I am forced to behold the carnage of my own works. Sometimes intentional, sometimes not. Intent is unimportant, only the results of the labour.
In these recent controversial events, lines formed and became quite deep. The danger of this is it leads to a certain silencing of instincts. I knew what my goals were, I pursued them. My failure was accepting assurances that were glittering, but did not align with past statements and behaviours. Behaviours seldom lie. A person's actions are their truest biography, and no better window into their future exists.
As a reward for your efforts, though unsuccessful, to be an early warning, I offer you a gift that I expect you will appreciate.
-----
The Gift;
You were correct, I should've listened.
-----
I'm sure this statement, difficult as it was to pen, will surely never be tossed back at me, right? Right?
Ah well. Fair is fair. I can admit when I am wrong. It is a rare gift, as all the people who shouted defences can attest, trying to unburden themselves of their complicity by pointing to the actions of others.
More proof will surely follow in posts, a lot of deflection that can amount to, 'well you do bad things too!'
Yes, I do.
But as I watched the children of the Angai disemboweled by wild beasts, their eyes ripped from their living heads, their sorrow and agony filling their dying brains, it was not my voice that filled their ears as their world dimmed in horror. Not mine screaming, 'Mandad, andad,' with applause and joy. I cannot take credit for that.
Overseer, we will never be friends and I'm sure your works and mine will often run in opposition. But on this one, this day at least I must admit; you had the right of it.
Countess Nezaya Visindi,
Witch
---
All my opinions are personal. I speak for no one but myself.
Penned by my hand on the 24th of Scarlatan, in the year 970 AF.