no one has a reason for you,mama. I do

The reason  it is and it isn't you. It was and it has never been, my dear soul. My reason starves and eates itself because they love and hate the same. My dear, the reason is her, of ours. Mine is your encouragement to this day.

I wish I could express what I feel to you 

Sad probably, yet I think it's important to apologise to the Head of d'H. Ahead of time I guess there's a blessing blessed for Rome and Papa Benedict. If only I would be allowed to be pardoned -