letter to percy
Feb. 21st, 2017 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sating
Percy,
In truth, when you came to visit, I had already written another letter addressing in fewer words what we spoke of. I already knew that I was going to die, as the Sheriff is quite forthcoming. It's all in the name of entertainment, and so knowing that I would not survive until next week is surely fitting to that end. There was unfortunately never any hope that I would make it to next week to speak with the rest, I imagine despite your best efforts. I have a fairly good idea of who will kill me, because I have seen the potential for it in her. I doubt you will, but all the same, do not begrudge Natalie too much if it is indeed her as I expect. Her rage burns quite hot and is not tempered as your own is. She will not live, however. I hope I do not need to explain why not at this point.
Though away from practical matters, I would like to express that I'm thankful that you did come to speak with me. Perhaps if it had come earlier, that more peaceful resolution may have been possible, but I would say you shouldn't dwell on this. Instead, you had courage and respect that I have seen lacking in seasoned adults. It is refreshing, naturally, but it also speaks well to your character. You might find it ironic that I would speak of character, but it's something I value quite highly. I have had my doubts about the word "hero" being used to describe oneself, since this is a title bestowed, not taken, but upon further reflection, I believe you are one that can bear the word in all its virtue and all its weight.
This weight is important, after all. You are not Achilles, who fights in glory and praise, untouchable minus a fatal flaw. You are Aeneas, the survivor, and from the ashes of this war, you are a hero that will do more than rest upon your laurels. I don't know if you will lead to the next founding of Rome, but considering the comparison to uniting armies both Greek and Roman, it would be apt. I hope you will continue that effort all the same. They may not need to unite to find common ground with me any longer, but they will need to unite to find it with each other. The peaceful way is lost, and so now, only blood remains.
I truly wish you in particular the best of luck with this task. It is not one I envy, since the town is impulsive and reckless at best. As is evidenced by this letter. Though if it may help, I do leave you with a final gift: I have given you all the "merit" left that I had accrued. I certainly have no use for it anymore, so it's yours to do with as you wish.
And finally, I will at least apologize to Annabeth. Considering your bond with her, I do believe I owe her one.
Best of luck,
Hannibal Lecter
