"'When I thought you'd died —'
'Don't say it,' she choked out. 'You don't have to relive that.'
'No,' he said. 'I do. I have to tell you. It was the first time — even after all these years of expecting my own death — that I truly knew what it meant to die. Because with you gone . . . there was nothing left for me to live for.'"
— "The Viscount Who Loved Me"