I Don't Like Seeing You Cry. You

Sometimes The Most Simple Conclusion Is Also The Most Correct

He Shrugged. "i Was...thinking." "about What?" "the Fires Of Purgatory." She Had To Sit Down. He Wasn't Making Any Sense Now. "what Does That Mean?" She Asked. "patrick Told Me He Would Walk Through The Fires Of Purgatory If He Had To In Order To Please His Wife." She Went Over To The Bed And Sat Down On The Side. "and?" She Prodded When He Didn't Continue. He Stripped Out Of His Clothing And Walked Over To Her. He Pulled Her To Her Feet And Stared Down To Her. "and I Have Only Just Realized I Would Do The Same For You.

Isabelle Is Like A Warrior Going Into Battle And She Needs… You Said Yes? You'd Really Choose An Inexperienced Squire?" She Asked, Her Voice Incredulous. He Laughed. "i Would." She Smiled. "you're Lying To Me To Make Me Feel Better. It's All Right. It's Working. Now Tell Me Another Lie.

Douglas: You Really Got To Stop Doing That. Isabel: Doing What? Douglas: Getting Prettier Everyday.

You're Bruised, As Ugly As One Of Your Cyclops, And I Can Barely Stand To Look At You." - Duncan To Madelyne.