She sat there, staring out the window; she never looked at him while speaking. He didn't make a move to answer her. He knew she comprehended the situation; now he had to wait for her to truly grasp it and accept it for what it was. Finally, once it had sunk in enough for her to think calmly about it, he saw that she had accepted it. She turned and looked at him, meeting his eyes with a level gaze.
"No wonder I could feel all that pain in you. You've lived a hundred—no, two hundred lifetimes—watching everything you've ever cared about live and die, but you remained. Oh my god! How did you do it? Why haven't you gone off the deep end?"
He looked right into her eyes. "I have love. Several times I did, but I always came back. That is my curse and my gift; I always come back." The deep sadness came through as he looked into that beautiful face. "Now I have you."
