Virgins promised when I died,
That they would each primrose-tide
Duly, morn and evening, come,
And with flowers dress my tomb.
--Having promised, pay your debts
Maids, and here strew violets.

[Private to the Marquis]

It has been a week, has it not? Now what?

[Private to Judas]

How are you faring?

The Marquis has asked that I issue Edward Sexby, Angelica Sexby and Judas Iscariot an apology for an action I took during Port.

I shot Edward Sexby.

I sincerely wish that I could apologize, however. The ultimatum my warden presented to me was tempting, yes, but I cannot accept it in good conscience, because I do not feel I did anything wrong.

( Long-ish forced apology under the cut... )