“He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.”
“Where were we? I've forgotten. He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.Right. Yes. The usual choices.”
“Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.”
“And he was forever hers. No matter whom he loved, or was loved by, the shadow of her always remained.”
“Whether he loved her or not didn't change how she felt about him. She loved him independent and regardless of whether he loved her.”
“If ever he had a moment’s doubt that he would love and admire her forever, no matter whether she chose him or not, that doubt faded away like a wisp of smoke.”