I came to witness. I stay to fight.
How dare you imprint on my baby? Have you lost you mind?
Love, life, meaning...over.
Don't be a baby about this. No tantrums.
Uncle Jeb," we croaked in surprise. "You found us." "Well, now," he said, and his gruff voice brought back a hundred memories. "Well, now, here's a pickle.
Charlie took my hand and, in a symbol as old as the world, placed it in Edward’s. I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was home.