I was confused—no, that word isn't strong enough—I was utterly baffled. The silence was just that, silence. I paused to reflect on the passage of time and even reread for clarity. There wasn't any. There was no evidence—at least that I could see—to explain the why. So, I sat it down for no other reason than having my own silent battles with living, no, existing in a state where I'm close to drowning.
Then it appeared—the reason. The odd thing about it was it appeared by accident, an accident of the algorithm, not from a bond.
From that point I disengaged. I do not have the mental capacity, especially for something that was rewritten to that extent. I have no qualms about atoning for sins I've committed, but I will not atone for ones that are false.
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