As a child and teenager, he was in my head. When I closed my eyes, I saw his smile. When I dreamed, I was in his field. He was my constant companion. And he wanted out.
Can you imagine that? Whenever I was asleep, I was with him. Everything he has wrought upon his victims was wrought upon me. Every night. For years. Others can escape their monster by running. But mine was there. Always there. Pounding on the walls of his cage and smiling, always smiling, always goddamn smiling.
I knew he was trapped, somehow. I knew it. The only way he could contact anything was through my head...through my head, somehow. I don't know how. I don't know why. What could lock a Major Arcana away like that? How could it break free? Why did it need me to do it?
From their most recent post, it looks like one of them is the same. Fitting he chose the same suit.
I removed him from my head. I did what the King of Cups and his friends are trying to do. I unleashed him on you all.
I'm not sorry.
Isn't that the funny thing? I'm not sorry I unleashed him. With him in my head, I was in hell. My life was unbearable. I stopped sleeping. I nearly killed myself over and over and over
And when I released him, the first thing
So yes, I know it must suck to be you, King of Cups. I know a part of you would kill your whole family, all your friends, resign the world to yet another unstoppable monster if you thought you could be rid of the terrible thing in your head.
But I'm not telling you.
Because even though I'm not sorry, I know what I did was wrong. Even though I would do it again in an instant, I know it was unforgivable. And even though I know the agony you are going through, I know the agony everyone will go through.
So I'm sorry. Just to you, I'm sorry.
The answer is still no.