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[impure_tale]

A lovely holiday, my dears. Perhaps some slight setbacks, but I am most satisfied to have enjoyed beautiful gifts and the joy of giving to others, even those with whom I've been at odds in the past.

Now now back to writing.

[Warden Filter]

I...confiscated what appears to be a riding crop from one of the newer Inmates earlier today. It struck me

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[inhumandog]

Hm.

I'd rather not.

Private

[inhumandog]

Necessary for what?!

Private

[impure_tale]

For you to continue living here.

This place is not about forgetting everything, Iago.

Private

[inhumandog]

I haven't forgotten.

Private

[impure_tale]

But you're perfectly content to ignore, aren't you?

Private

[inhumandog]

Why should I acknowledge them?

Private

[impure_tale]

Because you wronged them.

Private

[inhumandog]

They wronged me.

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[impure_tale]

I am not debating this matter with you again. You are wrong. You know you are wrong.

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[inhumandog]

I know I did wrong! But they were not innocent.

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[impure_tale]

Which does not free you of any guilt. You cannot blame your actions on others. It was your choice, in the end.

Private- Such a liar....

[inhumandog]

I know, Marquis. It was my fault.

I shouldn't have done what I did. It was...wrong. And all they did wrong was...not do what I wanted them to. Killing them isn't exactly a fair punishment for that.

No punishment was needed, I suppose. For me, certainly. For them...no. I feel such regret that I snatched their lives away so early.

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[impure_tale]

Don't disrespect those words by not meaning them, Iago. You have the portraits. There, they will stay. Contemplate them until you cannot anymore and start over again when you've done.

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[inhumandog]

And if I throw them out?

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[impure_tale]

You won't.

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[inhumandog]

What will you do if I just...toss them over the side?