Dear Wheatley,
Hello. Remember me? The test subject you woke up as a last resort. The girl you, in time, befriended. Then the lab rat you tried to kill countless times.
It seems like it was only yesterday you knocked on my door and smashed my room down into your so called 'docking station'. Remember? "Anyways, you're looking for a gun that shoots holes. Not bullet holes, you'll figure it out- I'm going to try a manual override on this wall over here! Things could be a bit tricky! So hold on!" And just like that, you had dumped me out into the world, shivering, wondering what would happen next. The fact that this may have only been yesterday is beside the point.
But remember the fun times we had? You, dropping the eggs into the door mechanism? "Oh, that's the bird that laid the eggs, isn't it? Brilliant- AUGHH!" And the time we broke out and shut down the turret factory and neurotoxin generator. "I'm shpeaking, in an achent, that'sh beyond her range of hearing!"
In time, we did the impossible, and defeated her. I did everything in my power to escape, to take her out of power, so that you could take her place. And I succeeded. But for you, it wasn't enough. You turned on me when I needed you the most. When our uneasy alliance had turned into something that could be described as a friendship, you decided to forgo that and snap everything we had in two.
When you punched that elevator down the shaft, you displayed only the smallest of regret. "Uh-oh." You didn't try to do anything, instead just watched me fall down, and down, and down.
I finally made it back up, forced to side with my worst enemy if I hoped for even the slightest chance of survival. You welcomed me not with open arms, but with death traps. You forced me to test, the one thing I hated all above else. And when I finished, did you thank me? Bake me a cake? No. You tried to kill me. Over and over again. I defeated them all, then confronted you.
Turns out that through your ignorance, you had managed to trigger a meltdown in the reactors. Funny, when you think about it. Instead of dying by a trap deliberately set out for me, I would have died from one of your more passive actions. Hey, 'passive actions'. An oxymoron.
At the last second, I saved us all. I shot a portal to the moon, pulling the both of us through. "Let go! I'm still connected! I can pull myself in! I can still fix this!" All you wanted to do was save yourself. All I had to do was let go of you, be pulled out into the reaches of space. Die from lack of air. Then, the tables turned. She regained control, fixed the reactors in an instant, and cut your cable. You had gone from pleading me to let go of you, to pleading me to take hold of you. But I didn't. I left you to your fate. And, all in that instant, she grabbed me and pulled me back through.
Turns out everything we went through together was for nothing. The only thing she wanted anymore was for me to leave, and never come back. Ever.
So here I am, standing in the sun-baked golden fields of wheat, and there you are, floating in the abyss of space, wishing for forgiveness.
It would too easy to just say three words- "I forgive you".But can I?
I'm sorry. But after everything that's happened...
I don't think I can or will forgive you for what you've done.
Sincerely,
Chell.