Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.

Bonds are like rules, they're meant to be broken.

She can't let him go not telling him what she was about to do. Kingsley...I can't do this. I'm coming with you.

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.

I have never given this ring, my soul, to anyone. Azrael has never had any part of this. This is the only part of myself that is truly mine, and now it is yours.” —Jack Force

Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point.