I think, even then some part of me knew this was dangerous, that loving you would only end in heartache, but I chose to believe something else. I thought I was well acquainted with the dark, having once been given over to evil myself, and that gave me confidence, falsely, that I could keep you from falling. I didn't understand at all, how deep the resentment and hurt and loyalty all buried for so long finally breaking free, and I had never stopped to really consider how powerful you were, and what bringing my powers back truly meant, that you, you accomplished in a few days what near gods had been striving to do for thousands of years. Our love could only burn to a ruinous end. But even so, I can't bring myself to regret a single moment.