“Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?""I guess it depends on how you die.”
“Will I tell them? No, as a Doctor you wouldn't tell a patient if they were dying of cancer.”
“But will somebody please tell me what's a person to do when they're too afraid of life to live and too afraid of death to die?”
“Trust you? Rue--trust you? You counterfeited your own death rather than wed me. You told me you'd rather die than stay in Darkfrith. I can't--I don't know how to fix that. I don't know how to mend it. Tell me." He took a step toward her. "Tell me, and I'll do it.”
“How many birthdays can you fit in a shoebox? I guess that depends both on how old you are, and what size shoe you wear.”
“Tell me how you want to die, and I’ll tell you who you are.”