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[cicatrize]

[ it isn't so much regret as it is knowing what his reality is, and knowing that he's allowed to be in the public eye if he's to keep the advantages and respect of others than he does.

jack hasn't once, truly, regretted what he does in the name of serving his own desires and pleasure. hated that it's something he can't purge from himself, yes. loathed himself for that weakness. but he's never one cared about the sin of it. ]

Priests never had the satisfaction of knowing what you know about me.

I've never considered it their business to know, or God's to pass judgment on, when it was Him who put it under my skin.

Though I realize not nearly everyone sees it that way. Such is reality.

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Then I hold it closer to me. I know not of the people of your home, but I know well how to keep a secret.

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You're a kinder soul than many I've known. Thank you, Lucrezia.

And if you ever wish to meet David, slayer of Goliath, he happens to be in town now. [ want an autograph, boo? ]

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I know what it is like to hold secrets that could change your family, change everything. I think there is only two here that know that I am a mother to a child who was not my husband's. [In truth that is only the start of it, but the story itself is long and complicated, revealing things only those in her family know. Somethings only Cesare himself knows. Of course the real scandal is that the father was a peasant, and he died for it. But it is even hard for her to talk of Paolo's death years later.]

The David? I am in awe already.

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Now another. Thank you, for trusting me with it. It must be difficult to be so far from your child.

[ assuming she's a normal parent and not a crazy parent like jack's. he likes to hope they're the exception, not the rule. but who even fucking knows. ]

The David. Be gentle with him, I've yet to break the holy book news to him. Fool has no idea what his destiny is.

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It is unimaginable. I miss him constantly, hope he is well and taken care of.

I will not break it to him. I would like to think I am capable of a modicum of decorum.