MELISSA STANLEY BUT STILL...

The second letter by Sideshow Bob. Typewritten.

I have never been so wide awake in my entire life. I am not new
to insomnia; however, there seems to be something...*different*...about
tonight. Perhaps it is this place. Looking about, I can certainly see
why Robert was so desperate to escape this squalid little prison. I've
seen little of it thus far, but already I long for freedom.
Freedom. I suppose I gave that up when I put my plot into motion.
I was captured by my own anger. And the results...
Humiliating. Foiled by a duo of snot-nosed scapegraces. *And* my
own brother. He sided with *them*!
I hear him up there, muttering in his sleep. I know I've hurt
him, though he does not show it. Perhaps I should forgive him...
No! He was completely in the wrong! I shall never forgive him!
But he was there for me when I was in that horrendous accident.
And he's always come to my aid when I needed it. Perhaps...
Perhaps...*I'm* wrong?
Ugh, a rat. Robert's little pet Machiavelli if I'm not mistaken.
I rarely am. Am I? I seeem to have made some type of mistake
somewhere.
Hmph. Machiavelli. Really, it's almost ludicrous the way my
brother attempts to remain civilized in here. But I suppose one becomes
accustomed to things like that after ten years.
Ten years. Has it really been that long? Once I loved my
brother, yes. He and I were constant companions, though we bickered as
siblings do.
What does revenge really matter? I cannot go back to what I was
then.
Can it be that I have moved on?
I am so lonely. Perhaps I should attempt to patch things up with
Robert. No one else here is likely to tolerate me.
But he's so *sensitive*. He acted so strangely when Mother and
Father died. What if I've damaged our relationship beyond repair?
Mmph. Blasted prison beds. I could just as well have slept on
the floor. Can't...seem to...
Oh I give *up*.
Perhaps I should give up. Give up my quest for revenge.
Perhaps...
No. I'll *never* give up. Not while the destroyer of my dreams
still lives. My anger is all I have left...
Is that *Robert* I hear weeping? He's never...I...even when our
parents died...
Trust...trust is such a fragile thing. I've completely lost my
brother's. And he was always so slow to trust anyone.
What have I done?
I have done no more than what needed to be done! I have set
myself upon a course and *never* shall I deviate from it.
I have heard it said that "time heals all wounds." Why, then, can
I still feel the pain from that fateful day...
I devoted my best efforts to obtaining that position! I deserved
it! But Robert waltzed in there, no preparation whatsoever, and...
I know what I must do.
But still, might it not have been terribly wrong to betray my own
brother? To attempt to murder him? Might I not have done my brother a
worse wrong than he did me?
He *did* gain the role I'd pursued with all my heart. But still,
it *was* Krusty who rejected me. Robert did side against me. But
still, it was *I* who betrayed *him*.
I do still bear a grudge against him for his actions.
But still...

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