I do not know of these names you call

I only know of you, Eden.

And many more.

I feel sorrow for the ones dragged into this hell.

I feel sorrow for the ones you have accused.

I feel sorry that I am not who you think I am.

But I do not feel sorrow for your actions. You know what you've done.

Your victims have too.

And I am sorry.

If you truly want to know who I am, look around you.

I am no one you know but someone you trust.