[Victor waits until he's done reading to answer the questioning look.]

Staying would have meant dying -- and while, after a while in her company and hearing that my living bride was marrying another (under duress, but I didn't know that at the time), I was willing to do that, Emily didn't think it right for me to give up my life. She saw Victoria -- the living bride -- watching our near-wedding Above, and didn't want to hurt her the same way she'd been hurt.

Fate is baffling sometimes -- but I'm glad he was there. Emily finally got to confront him, and the idiot killed himself drinking the poisoned wine meant for me.