If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.

With my partner beside me, I fear nothing, not even death.

A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.

Because I love you.' It was easy to say it this time now that I understood what it meant. Then I quoted his own words back to him. 'Not just when it's easy. All the time.

If you don't tell me what's on your mind, I can't guess

I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.

His reply offers infinite solace in a single word. Always.