"Ah yes," Linden says quickly. "His mother, the sow. So sorry. While we're off-record," he's swift to amend, though the damage is done and he's semi-gleeful about it. Though he is literally just been bailed out of jail, he takes his highs where he can get them, and there's an inexplicable but undeniable thrill that comes with hating Jason and all of those connected to him.
"What? They're saying a public apology, now?" he asks, resting his cheek against his hand and leaning heavily on it. "That figures. I guess I can at least make it memorable. How about..."
He writes in his odd, spidery hand, so that Leo can see.
Dear Mr. Compson,
I am issuing this public apology not because I want to but because it is right. Even all the way out in District 6, we know the difference between right and wrong, and I would not want my actions to reflect badly on those I am associated with. It's a combination of self-awareness and honor that I wish I could share with you; perhaps when we are bosom friends in the coming decades you will understand these things, too.
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"What? They're saying a public apology, now?" he asks, resting his cheek against his hand and leaning heavily on it. "That figures. I guess I can at least make it memorable. How about..."
He writes in his odd, spidery hand, so that Leo can see.
Dear Mr. Compson,
I am issuing this public apology not because I want to but because it is right. Even all the way out in District 6, we know the difference between right and wrong, and I would not want my actions to reflect badly on those I am associated with. It's a combination of self-awareness and honor that I wish I could share with you; perhaps when we are bosom friends in the coming decades you will understand these things, too.
Very Sincerely,
Linden Lockhearst