Sarah was at a loss for words, her mouth moved, but nothing came out. She looked like a fish gasping for air. Jareth shifted his position, clutching his right hand to his side protectively, as if something pained him. Noticing Sarah's efforts to speak, he sneered. The sneer finally snapped Sarah out of her shock. "How.." She stopped; smoothed her hands over her face and began again "How could you wish yourself away to me?"
"Quite easily actually." He stated as if any intelligent person would be able to figure it out " I may have no power over you, but the opposite is quite untrue." He finished and watched Sarah's reaction, his hand still clasped to his side. Sarah's eyes were big with confusion.
"I don't understand." she started only to be cut off.
"I have no power over you." He huffed, reminding Sarah greatly of an irritated owl, "But since you beat my Labyrinth you have some power over me. Therefore should I wish myself over to you, I would at once become your property." He regarded her with his mismatched eyes. She didn't look at him. She was to busy mulling over what he had told her, and that's when it hit her. HE WAS DYING. Dying meaning death was imminent. Dead meant gone forever, the reality of what he had said to her sunk in. Yet always where despair walks hope walks as well, she had a thought. It began to grow and blossom in her mind. Only to be crushed by Jareth's next word. "No."
"No?! Why not?" Sarah questioned slightly irritated at him reading her mind once again. Jareth gave her a rueful smile
"Because dear heart, I am already too far gone for healing and while you have some power over me, you are not skilled in the healing arts, nor are you able to give life." It was then that 20-year-old Sarah Williams felt tears sting her eyes. The same Sarah Williams that didn't cry at sappy movies, the same that Sarah Williams hadn't let the Labyrinth make her cry, the same Sarah Williams who found tears useless and stupid. It was this very same Sarah Williams that felt hot tears slide down her cheeks for a man she hardly knew.
"I'm so sorry Jareth, so sorry." she sobbed at him in the night, the repressed tears of all the things in her life that made her sad or afraid finally breaking through the dam she had built.