Go In Peace, James Carstairs.

Get Over Here. Sheldon's Had An Idea." "who's Sheldon?", Said Isabelle.

A Mark That Spoke Of Loss Was Still A Mark, A Remembrance. You Could Not Lose Something You Never Had.

She Had Taken Him For Granted, She Thought With Surprise And Shame, Watching The Flickering Candlelight. She Had Assumed His Kindness Was So Natural And So Innate, She Had Never Asked Herself Whether It Cost Him Any Effort. Any Effort To Stand Between Will And The World, Protecting Each Of Them From The Other. Any Effort To Accept The Loss Of His Family With Equanimity. Any Effort To Remain Cheerful And Calm In The Face Of His Own Dying.

Do You Remember When We Stood Together On Blackfriars Bridge?” He Asked Softly, And His Eyes Were Like That Night Had Been, All Black And Silver. “of Course I Remember.” “it Was The Moment I First Knew I Loved You,” Jem Said. “i Will Make You A Promise. Every Year, Tessa, On One Day, I Will Meet You On That Bridge. I Will Come From The Silent City And I Will Meet You, And We Will Be Together, If Only For An Hour. But You Must Tell No One.

James, You Are All The Family I Have. I Would Die For You. You Know That. I Would Die Without You. If It Were Not For You, I Would Be Dead A Hundred Times Over These Past Five Years. I Owe You Everything, And If You Cannot Believe I Have Empathy, Perhaps You Might At Least Believe I Know Honor--honor, And Debt--