You're visiting him in his dirty, messy cell. His bloody red strands of hair spread themselves across his slumped shoulders. His white prison uniform had stains on it. Yet, in your eyes, he was just as beautiful as the day you lost him to that forbidden elixir.

Despite the current predicament , the "Idealist" personality, would recite you love ballads each and every time you'd come back. One thing that all of his three personalities could agree with was their fondness for you.

"And there, above, remain to stop  Thy woe's violet stream,  For thou art my first source of love  And also my last dream.."