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I'm from a different era. Things were a lot less complicated. And if I'd have met you back then, I would've courted you. We'd have taken chaperone strolls, and ice tea on the porch...

I may have stolen a kiss or two. But only after asking your father's permission, I would've got down on one knee...

[Edward kneels]

and I would have presented you with a ring.

[opens box with the ring and places it in her hand]

This was my mother's. Isabella Swan, I promise to love you every moment of forever. Would you do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me?

Yes.

You're a hard man to find.

But not hard enough.

Come a long way to see you.

Return to Kamar-Taj and prepare to hand over America Chavez by sundown. Peacefully. After that... You'll never see me again.

And if we don't?

Then it won't be Wanda who comes for her. It will be the Scarlet Witch.

Haven't seen you in a while.

Yeah, I was a little preoccupied being dust there for five years, so...

So were a lot of us.

I never met a Black Russian before.

Yeah. I get that a lot.

Welcome back, Eddie Brock. It's been a long time. I miss you... so much!

You might have to decide between seeing your children again and the future of the human race.

Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rave at close of day. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I'll see you in the morning.

I'll see you in hell.

I need an audience with Sanjay Singh.

That's not possible.

Ten minutes, tops.

Time isn't the problem. It's getting out alive that's the problem.

I'll see you at the beginning, friend.

Every time I'm near you, I say more in five minutes than I've said in weeks. And I always regret it.

How is it that I've walked this earth for decades without coming across a witcher, and then the first one I meet, I can't get rid of?

I'd say something strange was afoot, but then again, witchers are bound to bump into monsters eventually.

Not often do we see your likeness here in Blaviken.

Not many of my likeness left.

I'd offer you my condolences, but I seem to remember that witchers don't feel anything.

I was gonna leave. Lose myself in the swamp forever.

What stopped you?

The thought of never seeing you again.

Well, I guess, that's another thing we have in common.