Only you can decide what breaks you, Cursebreaker. Only you. - Sarah J. Maas

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.

I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have... the wait was worth it.

"What does that mean?" he demanded.
She smiled sadly. "You'll figure it out. And when you do..." She shook her head, knowing she shouldn't say it, but doing it anyway. "When you do, I want you to remember that it wouldn't have made any difference to me. It's never made any difference to me when it came to you. I’d still pick you. I’ll always pick you."