Neoma Bouchard,

Bitter, not even a decent flavor let alone an expression.

We do not look back on the things in the past and dwell, you will only find yourself crippled, hindered by the very anger festering inside you. Mother to you, once to me, the Ultraist taught us to take our lessons, and to make ourselves better. To seek that Excellence is not to stand back and relish what could have been, but nay, what will be and has the potential to become.

Sacrifice comes in many ways, some gave their eyes, others their hearts.
Few gave themselves, their will, their being.

Mistakes were made, lessons were learned.
Perhaps next time a binding ritual circle set to contain something great will not be broken.

We, not you....all of us tried. Tried to include you, as we know what it all meant to you. I did not have to, but I did. I sacrificed my reputation to help a Consanguine, absolutely not. I sacrificed myself to save what was left of a respected Goddess, one that both ends of the spectrum and everything in between could respect. Not for Her actions, but what She represented Neoma.

Do we wait for a next time, Do you wait?
Waiting, apathy.....all weakness Neoma.

You are better than that, do not assume judgement, do not expect repayment for your loss.
Do what you must for you, for no one else. You are free to do so, you are your own voice now.
One with the knowledge to do better.

Do not spoil the gifts you have with such anger.
-Aarbrok

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Haernos, in the year 408 MA.