I had another dream about that day again, the day I burned Jeanne to the ground. Back then I was a terrible country blinded by hate and victory. I regret so much, I really do. Francis lost the love of his life, it's my fault that a younger died that day. I wish I could turn back time and stop myself, I wish I could tell Jeanne how sorry I was for doing such a terrible thing, but that's impossible. The heavy burden I carry still remains with me until this day, and it always will.
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