My girl and my kid gets the best, always.

I love you,” I said, causing his face to contort in pain. “I’m not a man so I do not have a heart that loves as a human does. I’m an immortal god that dwells with supreme power because I hold the keys to Death. But you are my existence. I am yours.” Hot tears streamed down my face as I stared into the face of someone who comprehended an emotion much stronger than my weak, feeble words of love.

Identifying pain in others was easy for me. I was drawn to it in some strange perverse way.

Sawyer: Alone in your tent? Um, no. You're in my tent

You aren't what I expected. I wish you were. It'd be so much easier.

You are not a body. You have a body. You are a soul.

She may have had enough time to deal with things. What if she does come back? What will you do?" Grant asked me. What would I do? I'd beg.