“Do you think needing me somehow makes you weak?”

“Doesn't it?”

“No, baby, it makes you strong. I may own every breath in your body, but make no mistake, Adeline, you own mine, too. I am yours to command. To bend and break. To mould and manipulate. Do you think that makes me weak? Or do you think I’m strong enough to admit that even though my body can physically live on without you, I would never get my fucking soul back?

Without you, I will shatter. But with you,, I am indestructible.”