To CGB Spender or whatever you call yourself really-
I pray to God you are dead now, but I keep looking over my shoulder, expecting you are there, watching me in a cloud of Morley smoke. Can you really kill evil? So many times I thought we were free of you and you would slither back into our lives, tainting everything that was good in them because you could. Have you ever loved anything, appreciated anything? Or has it ever only been pieces in your grand scheme, pawns to use and dispose of as you saw fit?
I could simply just hate you for what you did to me alone. My sister...my cancer...my daughter...William. There aren't enough lifetimes to hate you for those things, for the wrongs committed. But then there is Mulder...your own son. Did you know that when you toyed with him and twisted him around to fit your purpose, broke him time and time again so that you could entice him with your false promises? Did it ever matter to you that you were destroying the only good thing that had ever come out of your miserable life? Perhaps not. I don't think compassion becomes you. Certainly the love of a father doesn't, I've seen what you've done to Jeffrey. Two sons, and they meant nothing to you.
I'm glad I sent away William, so you couldn't do the same to him as you did to his father and uncle. You and your kind will never find him. My son will have the chance to live the life he deserves, one not perverted by your machinations and schemes. I take some small comfort in knowing he will have the life you denied Mulder and I. We can never run away from the X-files or the truths of what you did. I won't have William be a part of it.
If you hadn't stepped into our lives, how different would they be? I ask myself that question a lot. Would I still be at Quantico? Would Mulder have scaled the ladder of success at the Bureau? Would we have even met? Perhaps. But then none of your lies would have come to light, none of the truths of what you've done. And I have to take some small consolation in the fact that for all we've lost; we at least were able to destroy you.
I hope you find hell comfortable...but then I suppose it's a homecoming of sorts.
-Dana Scully
