I had to do this. You called me, Sarah. And I loved you. I've been watching you for so many years. I wanted you to be my queen. To rule
beside me. To... love me. And I know you do love me. And you are afraid. Afraid of me.
But I realized, later in the game, that I couldn't win. I would not let myself win. Because you would ultimatly die. Even if you hadthe time of your
life here, you would never be like me. You would always be mortal. And you would die. And I would be alone. Alone forever. Because as much
as I love you, I am terrified of heartache and loss much more.
So I helped you. I put little hints into your head. 'Go left', or 'turn right'. I really couldn't stand to have you here, to love you, have you love me
back, and then lose you. But I could have given you everything. Riches, jewels, love. Just not immortality. That is just out of my reach.
And I gave you the words. Those little words, 'you have no power over me', that meant so much. They had heavy meaning, just different
emotions for both of us. You, Sarah, you had triumph. You had triumph with a hint of sadness and fear. Sadness at leaving your friends. At
leaving the Labyrinth. Fear towards me. You were afraid of me. You were past afraid of me, you were terrified! Of me, and God, do you know
how much that hurt? I must have loved you a thousand times over, and you were terrified of me.
And the feelings for me, at that last little scene in our own personal play, were tired. I was tired, resigned, hurt, and accepting. I was tired of
playing the game, I was resigned for the same reason. I was hurt that, even though you had to, and I prompted you to, you had said the words.
That just shattered my heart on the ground. On the ground that you had pulled out from underneath me. I accepted my fate. My fate to be alone
for eternity. And, believe it or not, eternity can be a very long time when you have to spend it alone.
beside me. To... love me. And I know you do love me. And you are afraid. Afraid of me.
But I realized, later in the game, that I couldn't win. I would not let myself win. Because you would ultimatly die. Even if you hadthe time of your
life here, you would never be like me. You would always be mortal. And you would die. And I would be alone. Alone forever. Because as much
as I love you, I am terrified of heartache and loss much more.
So I helped you. I put little hints into your head. 'Go left', or 'turn right'. I really couldn't stand to have you here, to love you, have you love me
back, and then lose you. But I could have given you everything. Riches, jewels, love. Just not immortality. That is just out of my reach.
And I gave you the words. Those little words, 'you have no power over me', that meant so much. They had heavy meaning, just different
emotions for both of us. You, Sarah, you had triumph. You had triumph with a hint of sadness and fear. Sadness at leaving your friends. At
leaving the Labyrinth. Fear towards me. You were afraid of me. You were past afraid of me, you were terrified! Of me, and God, do you know
how much that hurt? I must have loved you a thousand times over, and you were terrified of me.
And the feelings for me, at that last little scene in our own personal play, were tired. I was tired, resigned, hurt, and accepting. I was tired of
playing the game, I was resigned for the same reason. I was hurt that, even though you had to, and I prompted you to, you had said the words.
That just shattered my heart on the ground. On the ground that you had pulled out from underneath me. I accepted my fate. My fate to be alone
for eternity. And, believe it or not, eternity can be a very long time when you have to spend it alone.