Olivia had millions of questions to ask, but she brought the most urgent forward. -Where they right? Was you child a bane to the world?-

Andre stared at her right in her brown eyes, his beautiful features distorted in agony. -He murdered his mother and burned his entire village to the ground. - he said. -So I went back, trying to finish what I couldn't when he was just a child and realised why I couldn't kill my son in the first place. I loved him, despite everything, I always did. -

Olivia wished she could do anything to ease the boy's pain. She wanted to hit something, cry and scream at the world for its injustice all together. But she knew there was no point. It was so hard to think of such a young man as a father who lost a child, but as Andre pointed out, that was history. His sadness was a feeling of the past.

-In our immortal state, love doesn't feel like what mortals experience. It's an itch, a tedious cramp. But during our exile, we can truly understand our own feelings. I loved my child, and I wouldn't kill him, even if I knew he would keep destroying the world. - he said with a sour smile. - So i did the only thing I could: I talked to him. It was all very moving and sad and I am not going to bore you with the details, but what I realised was that my child was not evil, he was ill. He suffered from a condition unknown at the time, schitsophrenia. -

Olivia didn't know much of the sicknesses of the mind, but she had enough knowledge to understand that if left untreated, they could bring death.

-I cured him, hid with him from the world until he was better and then left him free to continue his life. - he said. - He could have killed me, you know, when I entered his house unexpected he had me at gun point. But when given a choice, he decided to ask for help. That's how I know they were wrong about him -

Olivia felt hot tears rolling down her cheeks, which was ridiculous. She didn't cry. It must have been the medicine she was taking. The story had a happy ending, and most importantly, it confirmed her theories on the nature of the people of the mist.

She then told him her story. Every bit of detail of it, even if remembering caused pain to resurface. She didn't mention her feelings for her former husband, didn't want to think of what could have been or she could have felt for him. He was long dead anyways, no point in dwelling in the lives of the mortals.

-Interesting - Andre said. His brown eyes sparkling with feeling. -It seems to me as if path-changer are used as nothing more than angels of death, delivering their sentence to prevent terrible things from happening ... only ... sometimes nothing bad happens, fate isn't as fixed as they taught us-

Olivia stiffed her core to lift herself up. She had a few ideas of what could be in that magical elisir that she had been given, and as expected it was healing her bones faster than any human ever could. Andre leaned further into her bed, looking at the ceiling. If any other men had tried to get this close to her without her consent, she would have caused them serious damage. But Andre was different. Not only they shared a common cruel fate, but he seemed more interested in her company than ... anything else. She appreciated how he didn't even try to touch her, as if he could perceive her feelings. She then cursed in her mind for her stupidity. Of course he knew the nature of her feelings, he was an immortal, just like her. Immortals could tell human emotions just by looking at the other persons eyes.

-We know too little about history to be sure about this. - she objected. -For all we know, Guglielmo's unoccured death consequences are yet to happen, centuries later. Same as your son. -

Andre nodded. -And yet so many other question remain. If these people are really as important as they are meant to be, why letting them live after we failed? Why not sending another path-changer like Mr BroomUpHisAss ?-

Olivia laughed at his denomination for the man who almost killed her. The dude had a tragic history and a sense of humour, basically her own mirror.

Those thoughts had crossed her mind before. She hadn't admitted it to herself back then, but another one of the reasons why she stuck around Guglielmo's palace so long was to catch any other creature who tried to kill him. It stung to think about it, but the more she revisited her past, the more she realised she had truly cared for the man she almost killed. She had just been too blind and too closed to any feelings to get what it was.

-No one ever came for Guglielmo. -she confirmed as she sipped more of that miraculous medicine. -And why would the mist people try to link us to them before the murder anyways? Surely they would know questions would arise in our minds? -

Andre raised up suddenly from the bed, his brown eyes sparkling with an idea. Olivia had known him for about two hours, and already knew that meant nothing good was coming.

-You know, I find immortality extremely dull these days - he said with a smirk that made her own lips smile. - wouldn't it just be lovely to occupy some of this time with some searching the truths of the world and win the favour of fate, don't you think? -

Olivia had been scared for a long time, even when she hadn't admitted to herself. Afraid that she made the wrong choices, crossed too many paths in the fault direction. She was raised by immortals with one scope only, to serve the people of the mist. But the people of the mist and her own had neglected her when she dared to questions their choices. The truth was that not only the mist people took away her natal home, but also the home she had been shown and stripped away from underneath her fingers. A future with a boy she had cared about enough to jeopardise her life. A boy that was now long dead.

Her body might have been immortal, but her enemies had made the mistake of making her mind human.

And her mind wanted one thing, and one thing only.

-I think you can win whatever you fancy - she replied with a grim smile. - As long as I get to have my revenge. -