“Echo, how could you think I would leave you? How can you doubt how I feel?”
“You think that just because you left, it would change how I feel? Well, guess what? You're wrong. I can't help how I feel. I'm still in-”
“I have wanted you for so long now,” he said roughly, “I’ve no memory of how it feels to be devoid of the craving. But you must know what you do. I need you to think of who you are and where you are and who I am. Think of how things will be once we’ve crossed this threshold. Think of how you will leave this cabin—disheveled and well fucked.”
“I don't want you to ever doubt how much I love you, how much I want you, how much I need you.”
“You don’t know how I feel about you? I try to show you how much I care about you every day. How can you not see that?”
“How could a feeling that leaves you so hollow be a pain that is so sharp?”