[and that's the only part in english just so that it can be identified who to give this letter to, the rest of it sure is written in Greek. Guess who remembers seeing your chiton on that first week, Luke?]
To begin, everything that I have told you is to remain confidential. Breathe a word of it to anyone and I'm sure that I can still somehow find a way to make you pay. That is a promise, not a threat.
[why the fck is he like this]
I don't know your exact situation, but I've also taken the liberty to assume that I don't need to. You've seen a lot, haven't you? In truth, you strike me as though you have a bit of an old soul despite the fact that you went through so many antics when you first arrived here. There's really no desire for me to hide it: you left me absolutely exhausted.
That said, you've become more honest. Or perhaps I'm falling for your lies a little bit easier, though I highly doubt that's the case. In which case, I'm relieved. Perhaps it's because I understand what it's like to be regarded as something disposable, to feel as though the very world itself is against you - however I was able to choose a different path.
Is it too much pressure for me to think that whatever path you choose here will be the correct one?
Forgiveness is not easily attained and people who will wholeheartedly accept you for everything that you are remain very few in number when it comes to people like us.
Letter from Frankenstein, week 6 post-trial/Franken's death
[and that's the only part in english just so that it can be identified who to give this letter to, the rest of it sure is written in Greek. Guess who remembers seeing your chiton on that first week, Luke?]
To begin, everything that I have told you is to remain confidential. Breathe a word of it to anyone and I'm sure that I can still somehow find a way to make you pay. That is a promise, not a threat.
[why the fck is he like this]
I don't know your exact situation, but I've also taken the liberty to assume that I don't need to. You've seen a lot, haven't you? In truth, you strike me as though you have a bit of an old soul despite the fact that you went through so many antics when you first arrived here. There's really no desire for me to hide it: you left me absolutely exhausted.
That said, you've become more honest. Or perhaps I'm falling for your lies a little bit easier, though I highly doubt that's the case. In which case, I'm relieved. Perhaps it's because I understand what it's like to be regarded as something disposable, to feel as though the very world itself is against you - however I was able to choose a different path.
Is it too much pressure for me to think that whatever path you choose here will be the correct one?
Forgiveness is not easily attained and people who will wholeheartedly accept you for everything that you are remain very few in number when it comes to people like us.
Regardless, I hope you find both.