“You will not address me as if I'm not even here--unless you want to join Lucius in the dungeons. And then we'll see how long you will last without blood, because you are two hundred years older and nowhere strong as my husband.”

“I'm not all you need, and I don't even want to be. I just want to love you, for the rest of my life, and as long as you let me do that, we'll be okay.”

“I'm your husband...”“No. You are not my husband,” she interrupted in a voice thickened with hatred and tears. “You have never been my husband. A husband loves, honours and cherishes! A husband is a lover and a champion... Look into the next room if you want to see what a real husband is, because you are no such thing!”

“Why do you even want to be here with me? You can barely stand to look at me for the most part, let alone be around me. I'm doing you a favor here, Nathan. I'm freeing you of me.""Wait...Stay.""No.""I'm not asking.""I thought we were done.""We'll never be done.”

“Life was long, unless you died, and he didn’t intend to spend the next sixty years talking about the last twenty-two.”

“No words for a long time. Which is fine, because even the most important ones-- I love you. I'm sorry. Forgive me? I'm here-- are only stand-ins for what you can say better without talking at all.”