17 Purple Files

[proudambassador]

Londo of House Mollari. That is who I am. I do not know if it is a thing to be celebrated, finding this out. The knowledge that came with it, it is heavy. What does one think, and do, when they are not sure they wish to know more about who they are, but cannot abide being utterly ignorant?

I am an ambassador, and I am a very bad friend, and I do not think I like myself all that much.

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[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. And yet, I wonder. The whole story, I am not sure that I know.

[favorthebold.livejournal.com]

That's fair enough - which of us does? But in the end, you are what you are, and the rest is wasted guilt.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Some guilt, it is wasted. But some makes sense. We have done many things. I doubt any one of us has not done something we regret.

[favorthebold.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. And now, none of us know. As losses go, there are worse ones.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Oh? And what would be worse, in your eyes, mysterious writer?

[favorthebold.livejournal.com]

The loss of things we don't regret, of course.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I do not know what you are saying. We have already lost all that we remembered, no? What we regret, and what we do not. So this, it is already our reality.

[favorthebold.livejournal.com]

So it is. And when there is something I want to regain, I'd hardly waste time thinking of what I'd rather leave be.