( [Friends] )
( [Crowley] )
( [Reno] )[some pen taps as he considers what he wants to say, and a nervous breath before he begins. Maybe he doesn't want to say it at all, but he feels it needs to be brought into the open. all of this is slowly and carefully written, because he doesn't trust his voice not to shake.]Over a year ago now, the castle suffered a week of torments, that no one who lived through it - or died during it, for that matter - will ever be able to forget. Trapped indoors with undead monsters, assaulted by illusions and memories...and those residents who were forcibly driven mad as a part of the event.
I was among those it drove mad. ...I led them.
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[a pause, and then the handwriting grows steadier again]...I'm not saying that all of the people who turned against us this week suffered from the same thing, although I think it's clear that at least some of them did. I'm not saying we should forgive them all and welcome them back with open arms - I'm not sure I'm ready to do so myself. All I ask is a little time to heal, to let tempers cool and sober judgment take hold, before we hunt them down...and consider that they may be suffering as much violation as we.