“You get to keep your throne.” “I do. But do I get to keep you? I promised if you gave me six months, I’d let you leave if you wanted an out, Bellamy. Are you still looking for that out?” “There was never an out, Rhys. There was only ever going to be you and me at the end of those six months. I knew it in December. I know it now. And I’ll know it fifty years from now.”
