One hundred and eight men were slaughtered by your hand. But at last, you were finally home, guilt hitting hard as you finally see your wife once more. Confessing all your mistakes, pleading with her to still love you, saying you’re no longer the person she fell in love with all those years ago.

“Don’t tell me you’re not the same person. You’re always my partner and I’ve always been waiting to see you again.”

She quickly shot back, crushing your doubt beneath her words as she hugged you. Tears flowing from her eyes and yours. She didn’t care about what happened on your journey, she cared you were home.