— Father —I will admit, the whole time you were being tried, I was conflicted. While the girls have only ever seen this one side of you, I was allotted a time before your accident. And while the memories have grown faint with time, some are still there. The concept that you would even write this letter - it does remind me of that other side, which gives some part of me hope - that the rest of me does not wish to agknowledge.

When I was younger, I idolized you, Father. Now it is hard for me to even wrap my head around why I would have done so. I made excuses for you, trying to justify your actions based on the accident at work. But now, with how far you pushed it and having gone down the same career path to face the same risk, I can no longer accredit your actions to said accident.

While I do not wish death upon you - you are, after all, my father - but if the asylum has changed your mindset, I believe it is to be the place you need to be. And if your death is to come, I will mourn not the man of the past eight to ten years, but the one before that, and possibly the one your letter alludes that you might become.

But I will tell you, the idea that I could ever take the same path as you, is something I would never do, and the thought that you think that possibilities are there for me. Well, it greatly offends me that that is your picture of my character.
— Julius Scrimgeour —