It willna be today

The whole Scene:

“I couldn’t let you go with­out say­ing … some­thing. I sup­pose ‘Good luck’ will do.” I hes­i­tat­ed, words jam­ming in my throat with the sud­den urge to say much more than there was time for. In the end, I said only the impor­tant things. “Jamie—I love you. Be careful!”
He didn’t remem­ber Cul­lo­den, he said. I won­dered sud­den­ly whether that loss of mem­o­ry extend­ed to the hours just before the bat­tle, when he and I had said farewell. Then I looked into his eyes and knew it did not.
“‘Good luck’ will do,” he said, and his hand tight­ened on mine, like­wise frozen to the cur­rent that surged between us. “‘I love ye’ does much better.”
He touched my hand, lift­ed his own and touched my hair, my face, look­ing into my eyes as though to cap­ture my image in this moment—just in case it should be his last glimpse of me.
“There may come a day when you and I shall part again,” he said soft­ly, at last, and his fin­gers brushed my lips, light as the touch of a falling leaf. He smiled faint­ly. “But it will­na be today.”

All rights for the Pic­ture of Jamie go to the right­ful owner Starz
Excer­pt and Quo­te by Diana Gabal­don from “The Fiery Cross“
I own not­hing but the editing