May 30th 1431

Fire is a terrible thing. Death by fire is an ugly way for anyone to die. I can only begin to imagine how someone would feel as their body is bound to that board as the fire engulfs them. How my Jeanne would have felt. I fear the pain she would have felt. How unbearable it would have felt. I have nothing to compare it to. The pain I felt as I desperately attempted to pull her from the flames could only cover it so much. Perhaps the heavy weight pulling in my heart would make a closer comparison be even so, it would never be an accurate match.

I will never forgot the sheer look of pain on her beautiful face. Her face was so small, so petite but her eyes, her blue eyes were so big. Were.

But the fire blaze turned them red.

I wonder if she felt it, or if it all turned white in her last moment.

I wonder if she saw me running to her. Running for her life. If she saw me reaching through the inferno. If she saw my body scorching as I pushed to her side, or as I fought of the soldiers who held me back.

Would she have been angry, angry because she thought I hadn't come to save her, to see her last moments? Would she be angry if she knew I how badly I wish to join her.

I believe so.

In the end, her patriotism lead to her tragic death.

May 22nd 1650

I though I saw her today. Watching me from the other side of the market. She looked so pure, the way she always had been.

Could it be that she was born again, to live favourably.

I suppose I will never know, she was gone before I could get close enough to see her properly.

Was she even there at all? Perhaps my mind was simply playing cruel tricks on me. Maybe my many years on this earth are beginning to take a toll on my mind.

May 18th 2013

Lisa, 'My God is a vow'. It suits her so well. Considering her past. Well, perhaps not her own.

Yes, I meet a girl named Lisa, but she is so much like Jeanne it cannot be just a coincidence.

Her face, so beautiful.

Her hair, so glossy.

Her skin, so smooth.

Her smile, so true.

Her smell, so sweet.

Her laugh, so innocent.

Her everything.

I know this might sound silly but she lifts her hand to her chest when she scared just the way Jeanne did, then her eyes. They become so much wider.

Even her voice is the same, it's so young and yet so wise.

I truly believe my wish has come true. She has been reborn, and hopefully this time, she will live a longer, happier life.

And she might fall in love again, not with me but with someone she can grow with. Someone who will see her to the end after many years of ageing together. Someone who will cross over with her.

But not me. I don't believe I could do it again.

I don't believe I could watch the life fading from her eyes again.

I don't believe I could live through the pain again.

Not me.