"Besides," she argued, "there are more important things than safety. Like... loved ones."
Here was the impossible, and it was beautiful, and it was terrible, and it flayed open his chest to show that his heart, numb for so long, was still vital and beating...just so it could be ripped out again, after all these years?
Was there any fate more bitter than to get what you long for most, when it's too late?
"If you want to see my hands, all you have to do is ask."
I don't even have commentary - the story, the words, the characters. SO good. Even better this second time around, all I can do is read - absolutely enchanted.