Dorian sniffed and dabbed his eyes with the same hankerchief.
"He was wrong here." The well-dressed man pointed to his cranium. And then to his heart. "So he was wrong here."
He sighed. "I was too young to understand. I just new the moon had risen in his heart. He was without a sun. Demons in his hair, demons in his hair..." He paused. "But an angel came and saved me. She took my father away, gave me my souls. I chose to exist forevermore. It was not that I was afraid to die, but I was afraid...of so many things. I knew my story had not yet ended. My fairytale, my wish come true! And here I am, doing what I knew I was meant to do."