“I have waited more than three hundred years for you to come back,” he said, equally as hushed. “I came to terms with believing it wouldn’t matter when I couldn’t find a way to break the curse of our clashing existence. Then, when I became trapped … I can’t deny there was a selfish part of me that didn’t give a fuck about the world, or that my father and brother had betrayed me, because I would get to see you again.”
