I am fully healed and Rita... She is so beautiful. I know why I love her. She has taught me that I could live as a human again and not the monster I have become as a result of Shadowplay. I am a mess. My face is riddled with scars from the battle she recovered me from, I am missing parts of me- rather, stolen from me. I am, emotionally and mentally, dancing on wire as both ends are on fire. I do not deserve her. While she is older than me, I have lived longer than she has in a short amount of time. She does not care if I drink too much or if I have nightmares beyond comprehension, but rather stays with me until they pass. She loves me and I am scared to lose her. I am scared that my rage will seep its way into her empathy, that I will be the reason why we have not had more. She yearns for more and I cannot give it to her. I cannot pass on this curse. And yet... She stays with me, against my ways. And I feel like an imposter. I appear missing now.

Even the blade agrees that I need to stop for a while. Recover from both Asgard and emotionally from what I have seen on the darker roads I have traveled. However, Shadowplay does remind me that there is a task at hand but it is willing to stop for Rita. Everything in my body implores me to stay. I am immortal. I can stay forever, then why is the dark calling me back home? Why do I find myself lying awake at night, demanding war and violence? Did the blade change me or reveal what I always have been? A monster, destined to fight an endless war that I crave? The blade only amplifies what I am already, therefore the answer is clear. I am Victor Frankenstein's Creation. I am the thing that haunts my waking hours. I am a monster, one that does not deserve love or affection. This has become abundantly clear as I have not told Rita my true nature.

And The Wicked Sisters visited me yet again, warning me of a great tragedy.