I have not the foresight to predict everything, Rogue.

Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

What of your sins, Rogue? If the hero encountered you today, would he spare you a date with his sword?

No, no. By all means, lead on. Nothing gets the blood pumping more than hunting down the biggest threat to the realm and deciding we'll just wing it.

The rogue has suffered much. He needs someone to remind him of why he once believed in a good path...

I want those thousand years with you, Evie, you have no idea how much I want them. I want a thousand years, and then I want a hundred thousand more.