he would look across Carmilla’s illusion, seeing the woman’s back facing him as she spoke. Her soft words falling upon deaf ears as he came closer.

“I truely did love your father, D, cant you ever forgive me?”

she would try to turn to him, only moments before being sliced by his sword. The illusion fading and him turning to you, and yet there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. Speak with him kindly..