Hello Andrew and welcome to the very bottom of my shit list. I wouldn't even bother acknowledging you but I'm fastidious and detail oriented. I thought it best to get the minor details out of the way before addressing issues of worth and importance.
Fayth... welcome to this world. The reception you got was tragically and humiliatingly unworthy. As a representative of the human race I throw myself to ground,forehead deep in the dirt and burning with shame, begging for you to forgive us. No soul - especially not one new and innocent - deserves to suffer for such petty and pathetic reasons as those that nearly claimed the flickering spark that is the light of your life. I'm so sorry... you are not even a year old and you had to prove how much stronger you were than so many of us in so many ways. In addition to the physical fortitude and indomitable will that is required to continue once the reality of mortality has been met face to face I hope you find further stregth in your heart to forgive humanity and men in particular for the atrocious display of weakness, jealousy, and vanity that you were made the target of. I know it is a selfish request but I beg that you live and grow from this as living proof that humanity can be better than the baser instincts that all too often drive us. If you desire revenge for this injustice I say to you live to be a greater person, your memory treasured forever by those who know you personally and your example envied by those who know you by reputation passed down by the echoes of your interactions with others and the hopes they inspire for their own children... for that is immortality.
My lady Percy, I submit before you the same pleas of forgiveness. A worthless wastrel of a man sought satisfaction for the wounds sustained by what I call pride only for the twisted facsimile it tries to be for the true meaning of the word. The lives of you and your child are worth so much more than that, and if Fayth is to endure she will need your strength as well. It is my solemn hope you recover from this with the strength that is required of a mother to teach a child to grow to be the greatest person they are able. I hope you shall caution her to assess our flawed race of humanity based not on assumptions of the worst of which we are capable, but on what shreds of potential we display the opportunity to nurture. Regardless of our country of origin, the colour of our skin, or even the terrible ignorance we may have had forced upon us by our progenitors if the light of the capacity to learn glimmers as a faint star in the distance. I beg a lot of you, but men tend to lay a great deal at the feet of their heroes.
Please, be strong. So few of us are.