I have suffered enough of its ill intents to last me for eternity. But it is not me I am worried about right now, it's you and those who remain.

[ He squeezes her equally tight and kisses her forehead. ]

We really don't know, though. Who knows, we might meet again? I am not at all certain that this parting will cut off all possibility of that. If my departure works as planned, I will be able to journey the worlds at my will. And I wonder. . . well, I don't know, but you and I have a rapport that might last beyond the barriers of time and space. What if someday I can reach out a hand to you and bring you with me? Would you come?