“CYCLOPS: Emma… I knew you wouldn’t turn your back on us.EMMA: Sweet as you are, I didn’t come back for you Scott. I came for my handbag. Lucky for you, this is a Louis Vuitton.”

“You know I wouldn't know a Louis Vuitton from a Louis L'Amour”

“Why didn’t you come back?” he sobbed.“I waited and waited for you, like I said I would, but you never came back! Why? Why didn’t you come back? I love you I love you I love you.”

“I knew I had to live. I had to be there when you came back. You died alone, but I wouldn't let you come back alone.”

“All right, Emma. You brought me in. You made your move. Just like I knew you would. A nice move. Now it's my turn.”

“Why did you come back here, then? Why risk it? Couldn’t you find a place where you wouldn’t have any other Packs to deal with?”He cupped my face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing a snowflake from my eyelashes.“You know why I came back.”My heart started beating against my ribcage as if it was trying to break free. “The fried chicken they serve at The Farmhouse?”“I came back for you, Scout.”I had to say something. Something clever. Something dazzling. Something to make this moment perfect.“I hope the snow sticks.”