A/N: I do not own Labyrinth. Nor do I own Abdel Haleem's translation/interpretation, below in italics. Also, a slice of life, so not all details explained, just sort of jump in and jump out snapshot. Let me know if it doesn't make sense.
"Sarah, back to the Labyrinth now."
She stared past him out into the dying hues of the day. The air was fresh and not too chilly, slightly moist and filled with the smell of soil, water, and plant. Wisps of hair floated out from under the hood she left hanging loosely around her temples.
Sometimes, silence spoke more potently than any combination of words.
"Sarah, I realize you are enjoying yourself, but we have business in the Underground to attend to," impatience rising in his voice.
She knew he was just saying that to avoid saying something else.
The glare of the sun caught at the edges of the sky, lighting the scattered clouds clinging tenaciously to the dimming bowl of the heavens. The trail of an airplane could be discerned tracing its way through the glowing atmosphere.
Sarah felt tones and syllables from some half understood sacred text pulsing like a chant through the unspoken passages of recent recollection.
By the declining day, man is [deep] in loss, except for those who believe, do good deeds, urge one another to the truth, and urge one another to steadfastness.
"Fine then, shall I return without you and leave you here another month or two?" His short temper was getting the better of him. Nonetheless, she could feel he was still only bluffing. Perhaps a minute more, and he might consider taking his own threats in earnest.
Slowly she let her vision shift and settle on the agitated features of his face. She could see the recognition in his brow at having finally secured her visual attention. That's right, king. Don't take the sentient fire of these eyes for granted. Remember that regardless of all the magic you wield in your fae nature, I am filled by the human grace of wonder. I too am a house for the divine.
"Do as you wish, Jareth."
His lips tightened in displeasure and discomfort. She was not making it easy for him by any means. She knew the one thing he wasn't about to show was any sign of remorse, any sign of sympathy. Or more accurately, she had no expectations of him openly acknowledging why they were both standing there at dusk near a river Aboveground.
"So you wish that I leave you here?" he raised an eyebrow at last in her direction.
"I said, do as you wish. Stop trying to hide behind what you think I wish and don't wish. You end up making up your own story for me and then trying to hold me to something which is entirely your own creation. Do what's best for you, not what you presume is 'best' for me."
"Yes, well, by definition we are one now..."
She cut in firmly but with no haste, "Yes, but that does not mean you relate to yourself through your constructed fiction of who and what I am. That is not the behavior of one joined to another."
"What is, then?" a sneer krept into his face.
"Good question. First you relate to yourself in honesty. After that, you can find the center from which you can truly touch me and not a figment of me. As long as you're not honest with yourself, you'll try to compensate by unduly controlling me. And honestly, I don't feel like being controlled right now."
"So, I leave you here?" He flipped his hair with a forced non-chalance.
"Correct, we are both stubborn," her mouth cracked into a smile.