Well, I died spiritually. The knife only stabbed me in the stomach and, to me, it wasn't lethal at all, but still, everything was spinning and darkening.
I couldn't accept that my little Alice had stabbed me with a face loaded with so much hatred and resentment, which made the mental damage almost end my existence.
Or so I thought, until again Elena intervened and slapped me to wake me up, while she went back to contain Alice, who, had it not been for Elena's intervention, would have finished the job and sent me to the afterlife.
Well, in the end, this time without letting go of her, I started, together with Elena, to explain to her. After healing me with some spells, since the wound was not so lethal.
When we finished telling her my whole story, and even my past life as Adrian, and explaining my abilities, as well as the doppelgänger, she finally believed me.... I think.
