“I totally don't know what to do." He got up and started pacing. "Am I supposed to get you a present? Or maybe a card. I'm completely lost.”

“ I am not here because I've got it all together or know something you don't. I'm here because He asked, and I love to do what He asks".”

“What do you want to know, Eden? Do you want to know how upset I am that you are not going to be around anymore, that I'm going to have to disappear out of your life completely? Would you like to know how scared I am that I won't be able to protect you anymore? Maybe you want to know how terrifying it is that you are choosing to hand yourself over to the monarchy; that you are going willingly to be slaughtered and I get absolutely no say in the matter. Or maybe you wan to know how hurt I am. Is that what you want to know?”

“What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok?”

“What am I supposed to do, Sit around and wait for you?Well I can't do that, And there's no turning back.I need time to move on,I need love to feel strong.Cause I've got time to think it through, And maybe I'm too good for you!”

“All this hoping for something- or someone- that's maybe hopeless. I'm having a hard time processing what I am supposed to believe, or if I'm even supposed to. There is too much information, and I don't like a lot of it.”