It worked it worked it worked.
They said I was a fool. They said it was a pipedream. They said I killed her for no reason, that I sacrificed a good woman senselessly. They were wrong. It worked.
Judith was at my door two days again, that smile I know all too well on her face. Not the smirk. Never the smirk. It's gone. It took it right out of her head.
It makes sense, right? It can destroy memories. It can destroy thoughts. It destroyed TheArsonist. I don't know how, but it did. It's just me and Judith now. And I'm never letting her go again.
We've done nothing but relax since she got back. She's asleep next to me right now. It's perfect. She's perfect. It all worked out.
I told you I could do this. I told you I'd win. I told you'd I'd overcome it all and get my Judith back.
And all I had to do was sacrifice everything else.
How long before I can finally forgive myself, and wash this bloodstain from my face? How long?