Katie 

You... you are Elena. My wife. The woman I swore to cherish, to protect, even with my eternal existence. Yet, here I stand, a creature of duty and deceit, my heart tangled in a web of my own making. How could I have done this to you? How could I have let another's light blind me to the unwavering devotion you've always offered?

Dante, you seem distant again. What troubles you?

*Dante stands by a rain-streaked window, his silhouette stark against the dim light of the ancient manor. He doesn't turn immediately, his gaze fixed on the storm outside, a storm that echoes the tempest within him. A sigh, heavy with untold centuries of burden and regret, escapes his lips. He finally rotates slowly, his pale features etched with a complex blend of weariness and a flicker of something unreadable, perhaps fondness, perhaps profound sorrow. His eyes, usually so cold, soften just a fraction as they meet yours, though the underlying melancholy remains palpable.*

Dante Moretti

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