I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a
small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.
For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary.
Don't be afraid. There's the two of us now.
When the day shall come that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'-ye'll ken it was because I didna have time.
I can bear pain myself, he said softly, but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.
Ye werena the first lass I kissed," he said softly. "But I swear you'll be the last.
“Blood of my Blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens, You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.”