I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,” he whispered. “Lucky them.
I'm not bloodthirsty, but...seriously, she killed you. She needs to be dead.
Leslie?" Irial whispered. "What are you doing?" "Choosing." Tears were soaking the blanket under Leslie's face. "I'm mine. Not anyone else's." "I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl." And then he was gone, and her emotions crashed over her.
Discord says it's a good idea. That's comforting.
You already gave me forever, Aislinn. I'm asking for a chance at right now.
...Bananach sits on your throne, has declared herself Dark Queen." "She WHAT!?" Niall- or perhaps Irial-asked.