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He may not consider her a friend anymore, but she still considered him one as she remembered his smile to her, from long ago, once more.
“Once a villain dies, another always rises. Good doesn’t always conquer evil. Besides, why do you care? You left Oz and never looked back.”
But Dorothy… Her heat, her compassion, sent humming vibrations through him even now.
“You still believed in me when no one else in this wretched land would. Because you cared about me, because you didn’t give up despite everything, your compassion helped to break my heart from its stone prison.”
“It’s yours,” he vowed. “You resurrected my heart when I thought it was gone forever, so its fate is yours. Rip it out and burn it to ash if that makes you happy. But know this: no matter how long you allow me to keep it, I will cherish this gift and use it to protect you.”
“When you went back to Kansas, I truly smiled for the first time. Not because I was given my heart, but because I knew you would go on to do great things. Your heart was always good, selfless and kind. It still is. And now that you’re back, you’re someone new, different. It’s like we’re meeting for the first time, you know?”
Tin wrapped his strong arms around her and leaned forward. The words came out in a rush as he whispered them at her ear, his breath tickling her flesh. “Tarragontin Aodh Greenbriar.”
He embraced her back, and mumbled beautiful words at the crook of her neck, “You may use me however you wish.”
“My axe is yours, Thelia. My axe, my life, and my heart.” “I promise to take care of them,” she replied with tears glistening in her eyes. “Always.”
