“I hate that you were forced to this,” Caethari said suddenly. I glanced at him, unsettled by the genuine distress in his tone. “I feel as if I’ve stolen you, like some ogre in a story.” “A handsome ogre, if so,” I said, trying to lighten things. “And even if you have stolen me, it was not from anything to which I either could or would return, had I the option.”
Always my fave take on batb
