[It's a long time before Mycroft answers. On one hand, he's furious and he doesn't trust any of them, expecting everything, even this supposed freedom, to be a trick. On the other, he knows what it's like to make tremendous, unforgivable mistakes. He doesn't have the stability nor the emotional strength to try and summon up any modicum of understanding nor forgiveness, even if he'd consider it later. The many errors in his texts attest to his poor state.]
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*He can't even, not really.*
And I know can't expect you to trust me. But I am sorry for what was done to you.
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Im sure you are.
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