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Rosalyne is not dead. Rosalyne will never die, although The Crimson Witch and La Signora have passed, Rosalyne will live forever. That is her curse, she can never be at peace, never will she reunite with her lover; Rostam. The curse was not to wreak havoc or to be the witch that everybody feared, the witch that had lost everything and now seeked revenge. Once she had let the liquid fire flow through her, she was doomed. She hadn’t known that it would come to this; Standing in front of the Musou no Hitotachi.
She thought she’d die a peaceful way, dying peacefully was what she deserved, not to go like this. Not after she only now remembered everything, the missing parts of herself only now finally fused together again. She can’t lose herself once more, but she will. It’s a vicious cycle, to break apart, spend her life putting herself back together again and then lose herself over and over again. But it’s all she’s ever known. Once she let fire consume her, her life had changed paths and she was destined for this. She was destined to be broken.