My sanity has been taken by writers who like to kill fictional characters.
Do you remember, the night of the battle on Valentine’s ship, when I needed some of your strength?
Do you need it again now? Because you can have it.
I always need your strength, Alec.
I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years. I thought I might be ready then to let you go.
“We’re not dating.”
“Oh? So you’re just that friendly with everybody, is that it?”