The Love of a Madman

I heard the Heretic's voice again last night, in Isabella's quarters. They were discussing something. I ran in, crucifix in hand, but Isabella was alone. She watched as I searched the room, smiled as the crucifix fell from my fingers. I let her embrace me, and felt her body shake with silent laughter. Did I imagine it? Was I finally going mad? The Devil is certainly within his right to play tricks on me. Only a madman could think a wooden crucifix capable of saving Isabella's soul. Only a hypocrite could love her. I had to leave her. I couldn't leave her. Not until what I discovered tonight. - Dante