Now, I am a liar, I lied, for the first time in my life, I LIED and I hate lying, but, it couldn't have been helped.
In order to understand this post, you need to read this.
Minxie, Sanna... Alexandria, I am sorry, I truly am and I'm never sorry. I betrayed you, I stabbed you in the back, I LIED. I'm also sorry that you don't consider my to be your friend anymore, I truly am, because I still consider you to be my friend.
Understand Minxie, I have a mission, a very important mission on my hands, my time is coming and I need to work on everything perfectly. And that meant getting those documents any way I could, now see, I could have just went to Lovett's place and murder everyone in sight, problem with that is, that tricky fuck, could have destroyed the documents as soon as I appeared near his place, so I had to strike a deal.
You can say, I could have killed Artsyom and kept the end of my bargain, but fact of the matter is, that is your matter, I do not want to interfere, you grew up, I helped raise you and you must deal with him on your own. I didn't sell you out, I simply didn't touch your road block, it is yours to move.
Why did I lie? As I said, I have a mission which I must pursue, which I've been pursuing for years and years now. And I'll tell you now, there was never anything more important than my mission, not my enemies, not Marshmallow, not my friends, not even my love for my Darling. And when it comes down to it, I don't care on who's neck I must step, who's back I must stab, who's family I must kill, who I must turn against me and who I must work with. I don't care, as long as it gives me closer to my goal and getting those documents was one of the things that would push me closer towards my goal.
It wasn't my desire to turn you into a monster, you already are a monster, it's just a ridiculous chance of circumstance that Lovett decided to strike that EXACT deal with me, to off your daddy. Now if Lovett asked for something else, anything else, this wouldn't have happened at all.
But you're right, I never was interested in who you are...or should I say, were. The first time I met you, I wanted to murder you, but as we proceeded to talk, I started liking you, but your piece, was insignificant, it was nothing, in fact, it was about to fall off. So I took the initiative into my hands and try and give you "advice" to which you listened. And you grew, and as you grew, I got more attached as a friend. Until the day when you finally grew up, only then, did I start caring about you as a person, but not as much, as I care about my goal.
I sacrificed everything for my goals, I sacrificed my family, I sacrificed my humanity, I sacrificed so many other lives and finally, I sacrificed my friendship and my honesty. And I'll be honest with all of you, I'm not regretting any of it, because I'm doing what I was born to do, simple as that.
I'd rather be hated for what I am, than loved for something that I'm not.
Having said that, I feel sorry that you don't consider me to be your friend anymore.