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Most of the people who truly wronged me are no longer amongst us.
Uncle Richard. I forgive you for trying to assassinate me when I was twelve years old, three days after my father's lamentable passing. The grudge with your actions should have died the day I fired two bullets into your chest and buried you for your treacherous scheme. You're absolved and I hope you now rest in peace in Hell.
Maxwell. I forgive you and your filthy Catholic ambitions of "Reconquista" for double crossing and breaking our truce deal, slaughtering thousands of citizens of London in front of my eyes when you should have helped them. Perhaps I was too hasty to have Alucard's slaves execute you and mount your corpse into his forest of impaled as decoration. Even though you're a cretin and a bloody swine, perhaps we could have had a conversation over tea, instead?
Walter. I forgive you for betraying me and selling your humanity and your loyalty to our enemies in exchange of something as trivial as a chance to fight Alucard. While I ordered your death, I would have wanted you to know that was the most difficult choice I had to take in my life. Your demise honestly saddened me. I think of you every day.
Millennium. Major. I forgive you for invading my city, killing millions under my nose, destroying half of my headquarters and slaughtering twice the men in my personal army; I forgive you for taking away the two most important men of my life, one in a permanent manner. Shooting you between the eyes was quite uncalled for. You made me realise the true meaning of men and monster with your disgusting example. I forgive you for your madness. Sharpshooter, you're currently amongst us, you will have my listen to my personal apologies. I apologise for sending Alucard to devour you and suck your blood and soul and those of your men. All you did was to steal ship from Her Majesty and dispose of the crew aboard.
Since you're here, Alucard, I'll also have to forgive you for making me wait thirty bloody years that you spent in your little vacation in the numeral limbo. I forgive you for being a git during the time when you pressed me to order the deaths warrants in Brazil that you knew very well I wasn't certain about.
Hm. I forgive the City for placing me in this absurdly magnanimous mood and for the many other idiocies this hellhole as put me through since I arrived.
Uncle Richard. I forgive you for trying to assassinate me when I was twelve years old, three days after my father's lamentable passing. The grudge with your actions should have died the day I fired two bullets into your chest and buried you for your treacherous scheme. You're absolved and I hope you now rest in peace in Hell.
Maxwell. I forgive you and your filthy Catholic ambitions of "Reconquista" for double crossing and breaking our truce deal, slaughtering thousands of citizens of London in front of my eyes when you should have helped them. Perhaps I was too hasty to have Alucard's slaves execute you and mount your corpse into his forest of impaled as decoration. Even though you're a cretin and a bloody swine, perhaps we could have had a conversation over tea, instead?
Walter. I forgive you for betraying me and selling your humanity and your loyalty to our enemies in exchange of something as trivial as a chance to fight Alucard. While I ordered your death, I would have wanted you to know that was the most difficult choice I had to take in my life. Your demise honestly saddened me. I think of you every day.
Millennium. Major. I forgive you for invading my city, killing millions under my nose, destroying half of my headquarters and slaughtering twice the men in my personal army; I forgive you for taking away the two most important men of my life, one in a permanent manner. Shooting you between the eyes was quite uncalled for. You made me realise the true meaning of men and monster with your disgusting example. I forgive you for your madness. Sharpshooter, you're currently amongst us, you will have my listen to my personal apologies. I apologise for sending Alucard to devour you and suck your blood and soul and those of your men. All you did was to steal ship from Her Majesty and dispose of the crew aboard.
Since you're here, Alucard, I'll also have to forgive you for making me wait thirty bloody years that you spent in your little vacation in the numeral limbo. I forgive you for being a git during the time when you pressed me to order the deaths warrants in Brazil that you knew very well I wasn't certain about.
Hm. I forgive the City for placing me in this absurdly magnanimous mood and for the many other idiocies this hellhole as put me through since I arrived.