Jareth let her cry, only because no one had ever cried for him before. Who would cry for a King that snatched children away? No one that had wished them away, that was certain, oh they did cry, but only for themselves and their loss. Finally he could take no more, he didn't deserve pity. He reached forward and touched Sarah lightly, pulling his hand back sharply when he noticed he had left a splotch of blood oh her pale hand.

Sarah looked up, and then at the dark blotch on her hand. It was his blood. It really was true, he was going to die.

"Don't cry Sarah." Jareth said, all command leaving his voice, instead of commanding, he was almost pleading.

"Why are you here Jareth?" she asked, quickly whisking her hand across her face to wipe away her tears. "Why did you wish yourself away to me when I cannot SAVE you! You said so yourself. You should have stayed in the Underground, maybe they could have healed you there." Sarah took a deep breath, she had lost control of her voice, hopefully she hadn't woken any of the neighbors with her outburst. Jareth smiled softly.

"It was already too late. I was beyond all hope. The spelled blade I was stabbed with, did it's job too well, and the sorcerer who cast the spell of death upon the blade did his even better. By the time anyone had realized the blade was magiked to kill, I was already a walking corpse... The sorcerer had an uncanny knack for concealing his work." Jareth finished smartly as if he were commenting on a good joke.

"He concealed his spell of death on the sword, with another spell?" She asked trying to straighten everything out in her head, when he nodded she continued. "But why would he want to kill you, did you do something to him?" Jareth shook his head tiredly.

"As with your world Sarah, my world is full of creatures who do things for personal gain, or for the benefit of someone they are loyal to. I, like many people before me, was merely a pawn in an elaborate scheme." He spoke in a clear voice so that she would not misunderstand anything he told her. Sarah understood, it pained her to think how freely others could hand out death. Glancing at Jareth's torso, she could see where his hand grasped his side, and could faintly make out the tell tale smudges of blood spreading past the area that his hand concealed. With a sigh, she looked him in the eyes.

"Why did you come Jareth?" she asked again.