[This is a conversation that Fiddleford has been putting off. He's been having a lot of those lately. But he's trying this wild thing where he acknowledges his mistakes, and sometimes that means talking to a dead child that he really would rather not talk to. Well, typing, because typing into a word document is the easiest way he knows to reach Elias.
This isn't backdated. It really has taken him this long.]
I'm sorry. Not for what I tried to do but that it didn't work. It could have killed you, and I was so desperate to have some kind of solution I didn't think that through far enough to weigh the risks properly.
After everything I do still wish I knew how to help you.
[Not the 'help' Elias asks for. Real help. The kind that keeps Marco clinging on to his priesthood despite everything, years later, after so many failures and dead ends and red flags.]
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This isn't backdated. It really has taken him this long.]
I'm sorry. Not for what I tried to do but that it didn't work. It could have killed you, and I was so desperate to have some kind of solution I didn't think that through far enough to weigh the risks properly.
After everything I do still wish I knew how to help you.
[Not the 'help' Elias asks for. Real help. The kind that keeps Marco clinging on to his priesthood despite everything, years later, after so many failures and dead ends and red flags.]