“no matter what bullshit you heard, hes still mine! he'll always be mine”

“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.”

“What's the matter with your life? Why you gotta mess with mine?”

“You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I willna let ye go”

“Mine,… Mine is what she is.”

“Your truth may not look like mine, but that is not what matters. What matters is this: You can look at a scar and see hurt, or you can look at a scar and see healing.”

“What mattered most was knowing that love was mine to give, without strings or expectations.”

“I love you," I whisper.
"And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.”

“You are mine,” he rasped. “Only ever mine. I accept all that you are, and we can be together.”

“He let his mouth linger on mine, neither possessively nor sweetly… like his mouth just belonged there on mine. And he was right. It did. It always had.”