Trust works both ways

Six hundred years is an awfully long time, Ever. So long it's impossible for either of us to imagine. Though it is more than enough time to rack up a few dirty skeletons for the old metaphorical closet, right?

Have I ever told you how much I love you, Ever? Have I? Ever, Ever?

Best friends make the worst enemies, they know all your secrets and how to hurt you the most.

It's over. Absolutely, completely, eternally over

The other side of midnight’s hour strikes a herald thrice rung Seer, Shadow, Sun—together they come Sixteen winters hence—the light shall be eclipsed Leaving darkness to ascend beneath a sky bleeding fire

What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.