My Dearest Sirs Garrison and Oweh,
I write to you this day burdened by the weight of my own intemperate spirit. In the heat of contest, when the tide of battle seemed uncertain and my heart, alas, was seized by a most premature vexation, I allowed my passions to outpace my reason. I was overtaken by a red mist of frustration, and in my folly, I yielded to anger most unbecoming.
Yet, as the contest wore on, you, noble and steadfast, did see it through to a most triumphant end. Your fortitude, your unyielding resolve, and the sheer excellence of your performance stand as a testament to your character and ability. I was wrong to have doubted, wrong to have let ire cloud my judgment, and for this transgression, I extend my sincerest and humblest apologies.
Would that I could take back my outburst and replace it with the admiration and respect you so rightfully deserve, I would do so without hesitation. But as I cannot rewrite the past, I instead beseech you to accept these words as a token of my deep regret and my renewed pledge to trust in your valor henceforth.
Yours in repentance and respect,
_Chase_
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