Evils of the Past

Picture and Quote from Outlander

The whole Scene:

Which leaves a choice, I sup­pose,” I said, try­ing to be brave and objec­tive. “If we’re dead, they’d go, because with­out us, they’ve no real rea­son to be here. But if we’re not dead—will they go any­way? Will we send them away, I mean? Because of the war. It won’t be safe.”
“No,” he said soft­ly. His head was bent, stray auburn hairs lift­ing from his crown, from the cowlicks he had bequeathed both to Bree and to Jem­my. “I din­na ken,” he said at last, and lift­ed his head, look­ing out into the dis­tance of land and sky. “No one does, Sasse­nach. We must just meet what comes as we can.”
He turned and laid his hand over mine, with a smile that had as much of pain in it as joy.
“We’ve ghosts enough between us, Sasse­nach. If the evils of the past can­na hin­der us—neither then shall any fears of the future. We must just put things behind us and get on. Aye?”
I laid a light hand on his chest, not in invi­ta­tion, but only because I want­ed the feel of him. His skin was cool from sweat­ing, but he had helped dig the grave; the heat of his labor glowed in the mus­cle beneath.
“You were one of my ghosts,” I said. “For a long time. And for a long time, I tried to put you behind me.”
“Did ye, then?” His own hand came to rest light­ly on my back, mov­ing uncon­scious­ly. I knew that touch—the need of touch­ing only to reas­sure one­self that the oth­er was actu­al­ly there, present in flesh.
“I thought I couldn’t live, look­ing back—couldn’t bear it.” My throat was thick with the mem­o­ry of it.
“I know,” he said soft­ly, his hand ris­ing to touch my hair. “But ye had the bairn—ye had a hus­band. It was­na right to turn your back on them.”
“It wasn’t right to turn my back on you.” I blinked, but tears were leak­ing from the cor­ners of my eyes. He drew my head close, put out his tongue, and del­i­cate­ly licked my face, which sur­prised me so much that I laughed in the midst of a sob, and near­ly choked.
“I do love thee, as meat loves salt,” he quot­ed, and laughed, too, very soft­ly. “Din­na weep, Sasse­nach. Ye’re here; so am I. There’s naught that mat­ters, aside from that.”

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Excert and Quo­te by Diana Gabal­don from “A Breath of Snow and Ashes“
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