“It means that you are my freedom, love.""Yes," she whispered. That was it exactly. "And you are mine.”
“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”No.“No?”No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.”
“Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.”
“Lys," he whispered. "Do you know what's coming?""Yes," she whispered."And you know that I'll be with you until the end?”
“Who would have thought you had so many supporters?" she whispered."Not mine, my love. Yours. I had not a one till you started speaking and now I am the envy of every man present.”
“And do I still have that look?" he asked."Yes just there," she kissed his eye. "The desire to love me is still there. If you look closely you can see mine for you, my tears never washed it away.”