Calliope, I can't do this any more. I know you want things to end differently, but they cannot. I cannot.
Clio, the poison runs so deep between us, I don't know how to draw it out. I'm sorry. Maybe next time around we'll do better. I'll do better.
Erato, every selfish thing I ever took for myself, I'm sorry. I wish you all the happiness in the world.
Thalia, if you need an apartment while you're in the city, you are free to have mine. Calliope has spare keys.
Terpsichore, I count myself lucky that I have been given no recent chances to cause you harm.
Urania... everything you have ever said about me has been right, and I think some part of me always knew it.