Years later when Arnesen was released from prison, he returned to Na's home and helped her both find and raise children who would have otherwise grown up on the streets. One day while running an errand, Arnesen passed a young teenager, or elder child; she was in that age when it became difficult to tell which. She reached out to him and grabbed his shirt. It was there that she handed him a miniature basket full of flowers.

"I was there the night he was caught, in the courtyard," she said, and Arnesen stiffened, but quickly relaxed and accepted the basket. "I was too young to understand what you said that night, but as I've grown older I believe I finally understand." Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked up into Arnesen's light blue eyes. "My father is the Witch Hunter that caught Lukas, and is the one who shot him on the stake." Arnesen bit the inside of his cheek, remaining silent. "I wanted to apologize for what he did, and also apologize because I could not stop him. I apologize for Emil as well. My father is blinded by his job and fails to see who the true monster is in society, and I apologize for that." Arnesen bent down to her height and hugged her, gently wrapping his arms around her.

"Thank you," he whispered into her ear, and she smiled and hugged him back.

In time, the two became friends, in a… strange way. They created a small tomb for both Lukas and Emil, and though they lacked the remains or ashes of either, both of them visited the grave and laid a fresh flower on it every morning, and Arnesen went back in the evening when he didn't have errands to run for Na.

After a few years, the little girl was visiting the grave just as usual when the ominous figure of Arnesen's hung body greeted her over the grave. Greatly saddened at the loss of her friend, she got some of her willing school friends to help her remove his body from the tree and bury him.

The gravestone she erected in their memory read as such,

HERE LIES ARNESEN,

A FATHER TO US ALL.

HERE LIES THE MEMORIES OF HIS BROTHERS

LUKAS AND EMIL,

WHO WERE VICTIMS OF A

GREAT WRONGDOING OF THE TOWN

AND KILLED UNJUSTLY.

LEST WE EVER FORGET WHO THE REAL MONSTER IS.

R. I. P.

There was not a single day that went by that the gravestone lacked flowers.