Caving to the impulse to stupidity

After having overextended my emotional capacity trying to be compassionate to a stranger, I cracked.
I broke my week and a half of no contact to ask a question that I am pretty certain Shitlord will never answer.  If, realistically, he will ever be able to be honest enough with me to deserve any of my friendship.
I expect it to be ignored because, I think we both know that, the answer is 'no'.