Strickenized
Dear Scholomance,
I wanted to speak to you about this in person. But as you full well know, I’m horrible at speaking, and I know whatever I try to say to you face to face will come off as half-formed and stuttering, and I don’t want that. I've done that to you far too many times as it is. This is a cowardly way to do this, I know. You deserve to hear this to your face. But for now, please accept this, and please take this as the sincerest expression from my heart and no less than that.
Please do not corrupt. Please do not cast yourself away so easily.
There’s no sound logic I can provide to convince you, nothing you have not heard already, not regarding the war or anything on a grander scale. This is much smaller and much more selfish than that. I am selfish, you see - much more than I think anyone realizes, bar maybe you. You with your blazing honesty which I’ve come to value so highly.
I need you, Scholomance. Or even to say, I need you, Isaiah, because whether or not you ever become Scholomance again, as I’ve said before, would not change the fact that you have become a very dear friend to me. You are the kind of friend I have always needed without knowing it, and I relish our conversations - I relish the fact that you challenge me, that you ask questions that no one else will, that you say things to me that no one else can.
I know you are sad, much more than you say - I still think of it, you know. That night up on the roof. I know you’re afraid, as am I. Especially now. The last few months have been painful for us both in so many ways. But I am here for you, and I hope you know that. I hope you know how much I care. How much all of us do. It’s no exaggeration to say we all need you. However, I cannot speak to their reasons, so my petty ones will have to do for now, and for that I am sorry.
I longed to know my fellow knights for so long before you - and now that I finally know you, I am happy, so happy, to have you by my side. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better, and really, I mean that. I’m so happy to know you. And if you corrupted, you see, you’d be someone else. Isaiah might not exist anymore. And however you may feel, selfishly, the thought pains me in ways I can’t begin to put to words. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.
I will listen to you when you need. I will help you anyway I can. I will hold you when you need warmth. You are my friend, and I would do most anything for you.
All I ask in return is, please, Isaiah - please do not corrupt. Please do not leave me. Please.
Please?
Sincerely,
Lorne
I wanted to speak to you about this in person. But as you full well know, I’m horrible at speaking, and I know whatever I try to say to you face to face will come off as half-formed and stuttering, and I don’t want that. I've done that to you far too many times as it is. This is a cowardly way to do this, I know. You deserve to hear this to your face. But for now, please accept this, and please take this as the sincerest expression from my heart and no less than that.
Please do not corrupt. Please do not cast yourself away so easily.
There’s no sound logic I can provide to convince you, nothing you have not heard already, not regarding the war or anything on a grander scale. This is much smaller and much more selfish than that. I am selfish, you see - much more than I think anyone realizes, bar maybe you. You with your blazing honesty which I’ve come to value so highly.
I need you, Scholomance. Or even to say, I need you, Isaiah, because whether or not you ever become Scholomance again, as I’ve said before, would not change the fact that you have become a very dear friend to me. You are the kind of friend I have always needed without knowing it, and I relish our conversations - I relish the fact that you challenge me, that you ask questions that no one else will, that you say things to me that no one else can.
I know you are sad, much more than you say - I still think of it, you know. That night up on the roof. I know you’re afraid, as am I. Especially now. The last few months have been painful for us both in so many ways. But I am here for you, and I hope you know that. I hope you know how much I care. How much all of us do. It’s no exaggeration to say we all need you. However, I cannot speak to their reasons, so my petty ones will have to do for now, and for that I am sorry.
I longed to know my fellow knights for so long before you - and now that I finally know you, I am happy, so happy, to have you by my side. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better, and really, I mean that. I’m so happy to know you. And if you corrupted, you see, you’d be someone else. Isaiah might not exist anymore. And however you may feel, selfishly, the thought pains me in ways I can’t begin to put to words. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.
I will listen to you when you need. I will help you anyway I can. I will hold you when you need warmth. You are my friend, and I would do most anything for you.
All I ask in return is, please, Isaiah - please do not corrupt. Please do not leave me. Please.
Please?
Sincerely,
Lorne
