"'When I thought you'd died—'
'Don't say it,' she choked out. 'You don't have to relive that.'
'No,' he said. 'I do. I have to tell you. It was the first time—even after all these years of expecting my own death—that I truly knew what it meant to die. Because with you gone…there was nothing left for me to live for.'"
— The Viscount Who Loved Me