BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 213's

"I brought breakfast" said Maria in front of Hans. He thought there would be some kind of interrogation or a sharp plot, but the man immediately opened the door of the room and let him pass without asking anything.

As soon as he saw her enter, Gerald lowered his head in respect and gave her some privacy by standing some distance away. Jose's bed was blocked by a partition closet decorated with books and photo displays and cactus plants, keeping him blocked from the rest of the room. Maria placed the breakfast tray on the nightstand, seeing that Jose was awake. The man sat leaning against the head of the bed, already clean and not as pale as when first jumping from the carriage.

"Uncle Rolan said you got an ulcer, but it's a lie, right?" Mary whispered, taking her place on the lip of the bed to look at her friend's face. "I heard what happened from Hubbert. About you sending the bodies to the sacred river. The river's lit up like a lantern?"

"I'm not lighting a river" Jose ambushed. "The light appears because there is a discharge of electric current when the meeting of two currents in the river. The current collided when the portal opened—" He stopped explaining. "I know my words are weird, you don't believe me."

"Who said? I believe you." Maria turned her back to the window because she saw the light still hurt half to death even though the curtain was closed. He even needs to fight as hard as possible to stay upright while waiting for Jose's return. Susan forced him to wait inside, but he insisted on seeing the man back. Now his head was lowered, observing the closed ends of his feet wrapped in shoes. "I immediately understood why you could be so calm—too calm in the face of all things, as if you knew the way out. I understand now why you can be so sure you said you wanted to save me."

Jose cleared his throat slowly. "Gerald," call him. "Get out a minute."

"I was ordered by Mr. Marco to remain here, Sir."

"And I command you as the owner of this room. Come out, I'm not going anywhere. There is Mary here. I won't be disrespectful by leaving my guests."

Silence for a moment, then the door opened slowly. Gerald is gone.

"You meant to sacrifice yourself, didn't you?" continued Maria. His blue eyes glinted sharply. "You really meant to drown him in that river, even if it would make your head break."

"And I told you from the beginning that I wanted to drown him there" Jose said in surprise. "I clearly said it in front of you, also in front of Marsh and Clearwater. You also heard the same psychic buzz as me, right? They asked me to do that, asked me to take him there. Even Arabella in Nolan's shadow asked so. Tell Argent he saw Arabella talking so deep in the river. What it means is to ask me to drown the blonde."

"But you know the consequences!" snapped Maria annoyed. "One for one! One life for one life. What are you gonna send him there with? Your life?"

"Of course not" Jose laughed in surprise. "I will ask for the help of sacred mountain Bjork. They'll help me."

"Jose. You sent the bodies down the river with their help, and did you stay free of consequences? No. gabe. You vomited blood."

Jose rolled his eyes. "That's because I'm forcing my body to heal Uncle Marco" he said. "Equivalent exchange: I took my uncle's wounds in psychic form, but it still affects my body physically. But you don't have to worry, this is so small. Look at yourself, I've recovered."

"Why are you so stubborn, anyway?"

"Why don't you trust me?" jose gusar's reply.

"I don't not believe you!" Mary held her fingers together in her lap, squeezing them firmly. I don't like to see you hurt, those words are on the tip of your tongue, but they're unspoken.

Jose moved his seat and lowered his legs to the carpet, shifting to look at Mary on the lip of the bed. "I shot him in the head." He touched his forehead twice with his index finger. "here. He's not dead. He can't die with that gun, Marry. Uncle's plan is useless. The only thing we can do is drag him to the bottom of the river."

"How do you do it? How did you drag him there? You think Willy's gonna soak in there right away if you ask?"

"Willy?"

"What?"

Maria frowned. "I call him Willy?"

"Yes. That's obvious."

"I didn't mean it" Mary grumbled. "My attention goes round and round in my head. I see him in many moments, many memories, many days and times. Sometimes everything is mixed together. Sometimes I feel like I'm not. I understand what he wants. He's just a lonely, pathetic person."

"Yes, yeah."

"I'm serious! He did a repetition, looking for a woman who was similar to Arabella, asking her to do exactly the same thing she had done with Arabella." Maria closed her eyes, feeling like she could see moment by moment if she insisted. That's not his memory. "He wants to fix something, wants to fix the twist of his fate. He wants to bring back the dead Arabella. The girl was sick, there was nothing they could do. But William hopes to. He was looking for a healthy body, a young one, which was the same as the girl. Looking for a new container."

Jose doesn't want to hear what the reason behind all the murders is. "And you sympathize with him? What is the reason it can be justified for everything he has done?"

"No. Of course not! I just want to tell you that I feel kind of understand what the motive is."

"He doesn't love her, Mary." Jose took a slow breath and exhaled patiently. "He doesn't love you either. There is no love that can be put on a pool of blood like this. If he really loved Arabella, he wouldn't have done it."

Maria turned her head, looking at Jose with her clear and deep blue eyes. "Isn't it called love because he's willing to do anything, even smear his own hands in blood to get back the girl he loves?"

"Is the girl happy to be put in the blood-soaked body of another?" reply Jose ketus. "I saw it, Mary. I saw Arabella. The girl did not like what Sir William did. She's tired. She wants to be saved from the endless dance party—which means the repetition of the ritual. And Sir William should have heard that. He should have heard Arabella's screams and pleas if he did love her. That necklace could definitely make him hear. But not." Jose shakes. "He only thinks of himself, because he can't hear it."

Mary was silent, strangling the ends of her shiny nails, rising up to her wrists. He wears a gold bracelet from Jose's birthday present. "How are you?" whispered. "If I ask you not to interfere, will you listen to my request?"

Jose looked. His forehead frowned, not understanding the meaning of the sentence earlier. "It's my business" he said. "I was asked for help by the voices that made my head feel like it was being gnawed at by rodents every day. Ever since Uncle Rolan accidentally cast an evocation spell and made me cross over to the realm of death, they've already left me a request. I can't possibly refuse it. And what's involved here is the whole of Bjork. My uncle. You're. How could I not interfere? I'm already involved!" He sighed, throwing his face away in anger. "You trusted Uncle Marco so much that you put your life in his hands. Is it that hard to trust me?"

"It is not so," said Mary in haste. He was about to touch Jose's arm, but immediately held his hand in the air. Face subdued. "You always look like you're ready to die and I don't like that" he murmured.

"What?" Jose turned. "Aren't you aware that your plans and Uncle Marco sound more like suicides? You guys want to wait until the eclipse of the ring happens and he casts his spell, right? What if he doesn't spruce? There are a lot of holes in your plan!"

"Uncle Marco made a plan with the face of the man who wanted to live. He didn't want to be subdued to death," said Maria, still not willing to meet Jose's eyes. He looked to the side, biting his lower lip. "On the other hand, you always run into danger as if no matter the consequences. Drown the bodies in the river until they drown, go alone to find Uncle Rolan and never come back. Then I heard how you ran into the woods chasing after Lord Dominic—even though you don't know if it was him. Watch out, don't cut me! I'm not done yet! And don't forget, you searched Sir William's house alone, and then searched for it by beating him in front of everyone. You know he's a monster! Everything you've been through and you know, you haven't said anything to me, even though you realize I'm involved. Sometimes I feel like you don't want to see the future, don't want to see what if the people you leave behind lose you. You always have been and always have been ..," He stopped to wipe the tears with his fingertips. His wet blue eyes looked at Jose weakly. "Always makes me worry."

Jose looked at those tears. He racked his brain, looking for excuses, looking for something to say. In the end, all he could find was one softly repeated word, "I'm sorry ... "

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