Both still lived

 The whole Scene (after Laoghaire shot at Jamie)

Jamie had had nei­ther warn­ing nor choice about my reap­pear­ance in his life; no time to make deci­sions or resolve con­flicts. And he was not one to aban­don his respon­si­bil­i­ties, even for the sake of love.
Yes, he’d lied to me. Hadn’t trust­ed me to rec­og­nize his respon­si­bil­i­ties, to stand by him—or to leave him—as his cir­cum­stances demand­ed. He’d been afraid. So had I; afraid that he wouldn’t choose me, con­front­ed with the strug­gle between a twen­ty-year-old love and a present-day fam­i­ly. So I’d run away.“Who you jiv­ing, L.J.?” I heard Joe Abernathy’s voice say, deri­sive and affec­tion­ate. I had fled toward Craigh na Dun with all the speed and deci­sion of a con­demned felon approach­ing the steps of the gal­lows. Noth­ing had slowed my jour­ney but the hope that Jamie would come after me.True, the pangs of con­science and wound­ed pride had spurred me on, but the one moment when Young Ian had said, “He’s dying,” had shown those up for the flim­sy things they were.

My mar­riage to Jamie had been for me like the turn­ing of a great key, each small turn set­ting in play the intri­cate fall of tum­blers with­in me. Bree had been able to turn that key as well, edg­ing clos­er to the unlock­ing of the door of myself. But the final turn of the lock was frozen—until I had walked into the printshop in Edin­burgh, and the mech­a­nism had sprung free with a final, deci­sive click. The door now was ajar, the light of an unknown future shin­ing through its crack. But it would take more strength than I had alone to push it open.
I watched the rise and fall of his breath, and the play of light and shad­ow on the strong, clean lines of his face, and knew that noth­ing tru­ly mat­tered between us but the fact that we both still lived. So here I was. Again. And what­ev­er the cost of it might be to him or me, here I stayed.

Picture from Outlander
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Excerpt and Quote by Diana Gabal­don from “Voya­ger“
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