"A̷f̴t̸e̷r̴ ̴a̶l̸l̸ ̶I̷'̷v̴e̷ ̵d̸o̵n̶e̸,̸ ̷h̴o̶w̵ ̸h̵a̴v̶e̶ ̷y̸o̵u̸ ̸n̷o̶t̷ ̴h̶a̷t̸e̴d̸ ̷m̷e̴ ̸w̷h̴e̴n̶ ̸I̷ ̴g̶i̴v̵e̴n̸ ̶y̷o̶u̵ ̴m̵a̷n̴y̴ ̸r̵e̶a̴s̴o̴n̷s̸ ̷t̷o̷ ̶h̷a̸t̴e̸ ̵m̵e̷?̸ ̷H̵a̷v̴e̶ ̴h̵a̸v̷e̴ ̸y̴o̵u̶ ̶n̸o̷t̷ ̷f̶o̶u̷g̶h̵t̷ ̵m̴e̴ ̷a̷f̶t̴e̷r̸ ̵a̴l̵l̶ ̶t̸h̵o̵s̵e̷ ̴t̶i̶m̸e̷s̶ ̶I̸ ̸s̷p̶a̷t̵,̷ ̵k̸i̵c̸k̶e̷d̶ ̷a̴n̴d̵ ̸c̸r̴u̶s̸h̷ ̸y̶o̵u̸r̴ ̷k̷i̵n̶d̷?̵ ̷W̴h̷y̴ ̶d̴o̸ ̴y̴o̶u̸ ̶r̷e̶f̷u̷s̶e̸ ̶t̵o̴ ̷b̷e̶ ̵t̴h̶e̵ ̵v̶e̸r̵y̴ ̷e̷n̵e̴m̸y̶ ̷I̸ ̸w̵a̴n̷t̴ ̷y̵o̸u̷ ̵t̸o̵ ̵b̴e̶ ̸s̸o̵ ̸t̵h̷a̸t̶ ̴I̶ ̴c̷a̶n̴ ̶a̸n̴n̵i̸h̶i̷l̷a̵t̸e̴ ̷y̴o̶u̷ ̶w̴i̸t̴h̷ ̵l̷i̵t̷t̷l̶e̵ ̸r̵e̸m̴o̷r̷s̵e̴?̷

Ą̸̘̙̀̅̚f̵̢̣̮̳͍͌͌̅̾̽̏͠ͅͅt̴̘͌͊̓͌e̷̗̖̜̹̊͗̒̉͌͒̋ȑ̸̞̥̚ ̶͚̺̲͖̿͛̕͝á̷̯̜̲̲̮͆̏̐͂̚l̸̛̦̔͂͌͝l̷̝̍̔ ̸̛̯̲̩̤͓͕̃̅̃̌̓̂t̷̗̝̣͐̋̀̓́͆͠h̴͈̫̱͙͎̓̚ͅi̸̧̎̌s̸͚̟̫̯̯̱̳̀͐̌̀͆̽̅ ̵͓͍̽͘͜t̸̨̏i̶͓͔̝̥͖̲̻͆̽͘m̶̢̜̑̇͌e̴͙̩̰͖̯̜̍̂͌͆̈̓͜.̵͊̓̓͒̀̊͜.̷͇̦̇̂̌͆.̵̠̖̥̗̻̋̈͗̄͑͠ͅ ̵̞̔͝W̵̩̆̈͋ḫ̶̨̹̭̉̕y̶̬̠̹̤̲̗̓̊̓̕ ̷̮̆̈͛̎d̴̞̅̒̎͑͆͝ǫ̴̯͕̎̒͐͊͂̈́͆ ̷͕̟̠̘̠̠͍̾͆y̴̽̃͛̓̀̉̕ͅö̸̢̤̺͕̗́̅̇ȕ̵̥͉́ ̷̫͖̑͛͂w̴̛̲͙̔̈́͂͝a̸̧͈͓̳̐̓̔͗̓̕n̴̯̯͌̿͘ť̷͇̆̏͝ ̷͖̟̦̖̱̜͙̆̌̕ẗ̷̞̖ö̴̹̹͎́́͆̓ ̷̧̞̟̗̈́̿̊̔̏͘l̴͉͖͗́̉̐ò̴̥̣̻͗̃͠v̵͙͈̩̩̫̜̬̐̒͗̉e̴̤̞̦͛͋̈́̎̓ ̷̖͕̦͈͔̣͕̑́͑̔͛͗̚m̴̨̦͓̿͌ȩ̷̻͕̟̱̰͇͒?̶͖̖͂̂̀̐͊͝ ̵̱̬̳̹͈͖͍͋̃̐͑Ẃ̷͚̺̜͔̞͋̄͐̂̉h̸̭̣̣̥̀̄̋̓ý̸̬͓̣͖̱̘̄͌ ̴̥̪͚̮͝w̵̤̤̼͚͑̾̓͌o̴̟̲̾̈́͝u̷̼͇͉͒́̃̈̓̀ļ̴̧̨͉͖̠̾ď̸̨̻̤̬̩̺̎ ̷̧͖̙̩͈̈͐ͅy̴̯̝̻͉̿͒̈́̒̂͜ǫ̷̙̻̉͠u̶͔͆̀͜͝ ̷̢̺̄̽̓͋̈w̸̠̪͔̟̹̰̹̽̈́̍͝à̵͖ņ̵̱̣͒̒̅̅͠ţ̴̖̳̥͈́̐̉̆̈́ ̷̼͚̳̻̯̿t̶͇̮̣̉̄̔͂͛ͅo̶̬̾̄͋͊́̀̕ͅ ̵̯̯̤̞̳͓̼̎c̴̟̀a̸͉̣͇̬̠͗̈̄̋̃̿l̵̤̻̘̹͉̆͂̽̊̊̉̊l̵̢̟̪̞̚͜ ̷̺͓̮̻͖͑͐͝m̵̳̣̙̠̹̈͋̑̒̊̍̋ͅȩ̵̨͕̝̼̱̑͐͊́͊͝ ̶̢̬̪̬̬̖̀̅̉̑͗̊͑m̵̹͔͔̺̳̳̈́̒̀̀̐o̷͈̘͗̀̓̈́t̶̨͈͓̹̀̄̂͘ḧ̵͕̥́̊̾ͅe̷̮͌̍͊͘͜͜r̸̡̺̬̦͓̈́̾̋͝?̸̄̓̍̏͘͜ ̶̢̣̦̥̭̾̅A̵̢͊̐̌̀́f̸̡͍͖͕̣̦̿̂͘ͅt̵̬̓̇̂̚e̷̝̖̼̫̎͌͒̿r̸̛̹͙̈́͂ ̸͙͚̠͖̎̄ȁ̷̰ļ̴̣͆̐l̵͖͉̈́ ̴̠̬̓̈́t̸̯̠̰͓̦͉̐͋̐̆̃͂ḥ̵͓̭̗̺̞̀̋̒̈́̕ǐ̷̻̤́ś̷̗̊̽͋͂ ̸̼̼̣̖̱͉͚̓̈́̔t̵̺̤̎̒̾͐̑̇̕i̷͙̮͕̊ḿ̸̤̻͇͌̉ͅe̴̫͗̌̌́͘,̷̛͎̟̾̂́͛ ̴̨͔̫͙͕͔̓ŵ̸̮̩̪̹͌̈́̈̕h̶̺̟̹̤̻̎́̀̔̀̄̑y̸̢͙̓̈́̈͆̕̚͝ ̶̰̝̬͓̳͗͌̒̃͘͘d̵̡̖̮̘̻̘͂̉̓̿̽̏̕ȏ̷̻͉̣̼̓̋̆ ̸̥̭̇͑͒̄͋́y̸̦̹͔̭̖͚̹͠ṏ̷̺́̀́̆̕ͅư̷͇̭̞̝̠͛̃ ̵̞̤̼̬͇́̾̓͑̀̚͝ë̴̞́̂x̸̮̺̝̫͖̓̽̇͌̈̚t̵̳͋͌̈́͐ę̸̨̘͍̤̭͈͂̒̓̂̓͋͝ń̵̛̳̝̱͙͖̙̋̎̎̏͘d̴̦͔̗̽̏͌̑ ̴̲̄̍̽̈́ţ̵̞̩̜̜̮̤͂͊͝h̴̢̛͎̹̦͔̗̱̎̈́̽̒͘é̶̢̥̦̼̕͜ ̷̩̻͊̈͛o̵̠̫͎͇̯͎̐̅̄̊͋̽l̷̨̲̝̗̋̉̆̆̌̒͋i̶̢̩̫̻̝͂̔͑͛̎͑v̶̨͉̥̳̾̑͛̆͑ë̷̪͇̦̹͉́͒̍͠ ̷̭̙̝̋̋̂̓̃̌̏b̵̼̗͚̤̎́͜͠r̶̫̰̹͌a̵̧̹̗͒̀͑̓́͘n̶̢̖̳̺̦̻̄̾͌̔̃͜c̵͍̜̍̍h̵̳̯̪͍̝̫̱̔̂,̴̦͉̠͈̮̇̾͆̾̀̐͝ ̷͍͔͔̭̯̻͇͆̐̂͘͘a̶̞͋̅̈́̆n̸̠̞͙͉̬̓̐̑ḑ̶͇͒̑̒͆̋͘ ̷͚̥̏̒̒g̷̝̈́i̷̹̓v̸̳̙͋͗̓͠͝e̶͎͊̏̏̽̆̈́̚ ̴̫̩͔̠̖̓͛̈m̶̳̙͍̮̺̩͒̉́̇ͅe̴̙̜̫̣͛̈́̆̉̑̑ ̷̗̌̈́͑ĝ̴͙r̶̙̗̖̳̜̀̐̐̈̏͘ã̷̛͚́̽͑͂ć̴̭̗̞̰̓̉̕͝e̵̗̩̹̬͆͂̃͊͆̄̀?̸̨̦̣̺̰̯͌̈́̈̂͗͜

And you said nothing. You said nothing as I wailed, as we both cried. You said nothing as you kept your warm embrace, with a tired yet grateful smile on your face. You said nothing as I poured over all my regrets done on you and your kind. You said nothing as I lamented over making something so kind and pure all fearful of me. In that embrace alone, you said everything I didn't know I need to hear. You showed me that you took from me, in order to give back a myriad fold, of gifts I will never deserve.

Much like me, you were all stubborn and tenacious. Unlike me, you can forgive. You breached my sanctum by Artemisia's grace. You stood there, arms outstretched, tears in your eyes and unable to look at mine as you accepted a death so foul that I can give you. You stood there, ready to embrace one last act of cruelty I could have enacted on you while hoping in the depths of your heart that you would instead embrace the love and warmth I so owed you.

I couldn't bring myself to hurt you even if I wanted to for one last time. Seeing you like that, ready to accept what was to come with tears so genuine and a bravery so admirable brought me to my knees. How can I ever... EVER make this right for all of you? I hope, I pray... that we can finally heal from the wounds I've inflicted, that the tears finally stop in this form of mine." - Lynn as IO to Lim, her first true splinter


More Lynn redemption. Been meaning to get this out of my system for a while now. Hopefully now I move onto happier depictions of Lynn.