Coming home from our date I feel like I’m riding the biggest high, despite the fact Isolde was forced to pay since I am without any of my personal belongings, credit card included. We spent the rest of the night dancing and while my feet are absolutely killing me, the pain was worth it. Something about Isolde seems different. As she walks up the steps of her home she seems lighter. She’s still smiling and she’s radiating happy vibes. Watching her, I feel tears prick my eyes as I start to choke up. I did that. I brought her happiness. I’ve spent all these years bringing people death, pain, and misery. Knowing only bloodshed. This is the first time I’ve been able to bring someone genuine joy, and I’m so glad it’s her. Not just because she deserves it after the hell she has been through, but
