Jareth and Sarah stood in the Escher room. Sarah was dressed in flowing feathers, glitter and white robes.
Jareth wore street clothes and looked extremely confused.
Sarah was holding a crystal in her outstretched hand. A fire lit up the oceanic green of her irises.
"I beat your Labyrinth. I stayed because I chose. I let you turn my world upside down. Not because I couldn't help myself, but because I deigned to give you the gift of my presence. I let myself be caught, dear Jareth—and it wasn't easy work for you, now was it? Even when I handed myself over to you heart wrapped in the gauze of love, was I ever such an easy prize to claim?"
He was silent.
Sarah continued.
"You should learn something about me right here and right now. I can cut any loss. And I can refuse any man. Or jinn for that matter. But because I saw that strange soul hiding behind your eyes, I allowed myself the pleasure of being enraptured for a time. I wanted to give you your dreams…"
His mouth remained motionless. His eyes were heavy.
"But if you dream that you are happier chasing after phantoms and wispy traces of my being, then so be it. I am not one to remain unreasonable. I shall not keep you from your solitary games."
She let the crystal in her hand fly upward as it had once been tossed before.
"By the way, dear fumbling tyrant, don't imagine your cruelty a novelty, or your callousness a surprise. What did you take me for? I was never blind to the shards of crystal protruding from your heart and mind…"
As the room began to dissolve into ruptured space and time, her last words shot softly into his core.
"My nature is not the sort which can be caught. If I am somewhere it is because I choose it. If I love it is because I will to love. If you see my soul bound taut between your fingers, don't fool yourself into thinking that your fingers are the ones doing the binding…Learn a little humility, Jareth…a little wonder…then maybe then something more than petty cruel games will bring a smile to your heart…"