[Oooh, and he beat her by just a few moments. The frustration!
Well into the wee hours of the morning, after sacrificing a minor few characters rather bloodily on an altar to the gods and then letting the protagonist escape that particular blade to the throat, she pages through her journal and finds the note. In all truth, she doesn't really feel the words she scrawls out in reply, though she might in a week or two; her anger always burns hot longer than it should, and if she's honest with herself, she revels in it. But if there's one thing Kay knows about an area where everyone seems to know each other, it's that you don't want to make too many enemies too fast.]
Mr. Kennedy —
Apology accepted. I hope you'll forgive me for snapping at you — like you said, I wasn't aware, and it sounds like I didn't have the benefit of the full story to realize. [There's a long pause before she adds] I'm sorry.
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Well into the wee hours of the morning, after sacrificing a minor few characters rather bloodily on an altar to the gods and then letting the protagonist escape that particular blade to the throat, she pages through her journal and finds the note. In all truth, she doesn't really feel the words she scrawls out in reply, though she might in a week or two; her anger always burns hot longer than it should, and if she's honest with herself, she revels in it. But if there's one thing Kay knows about an area where everyone seems to know each other, it's that you don't want to make too many enemies too fast.]
Mr. Kennedy —
Apology accepted. I hope you'll forgive me for snapping at you — like you said, I wasn't aware, and it sounds like I didn't have the benefit of the full story to realize. [There's a long pause before she adds] I'm sorry.
—K