Character: Claire Fraser (Randall). Page 1

- Fool. Fool and coward. Whether you like it or not, you will live. You won't be able to die, no matter how hard you try. I do not allow.

I thought it was okay to surprise Jamie with my endless returns from strange places.

Looking at the prostrate Jamie, following his breathing, noting the shadows on his face, I realized that the only thing that should keep me occupied and concerned is that we live and live in the same city. And we will live: I return forever, whatever the cost.

All my life I was looking for a balance between reason and feeling, sometimes I was forced to compromise, loving judiciously, compassionate wisely, participating wisely. But with Jamie ... With Jamie I was completely different, for him I sacrificed everything, abandoned logic, forgot caution, plugged my ears so as not to hear the voice of reason. I stopped being the Claire that everyone knew, and became myself, albeit reckless, albeit putting an end to my career, albeit giving up all the comforts of a rational life. From me he received only myself, one that did not need to hide something, and I did not hide: I gave him my body and soul, he saw me in bed, he knew me weak and defenseless, and I trusted him, knowing that he will understand my weaknesses, as he did long ago.

- Lord, why not all men go crazy with love! And not everyone is ready to exchange honor, relatives, even lay the skin just for the opportunity to be with their beloved. To be with the one who left you, and at the same time want her in such a way that passion overshadows the whole world! ..

- Yes, you saw how.

I looked at Jamie. He rolled his eyes, making it clear that he could not do anything with such bikes.

Jamie saw it in me. And now I knew why. And Frank did not notice at all. And I knew why, too.

- Who are you, Englishwoman? You are my wife. Be that as it may, you are my wife and it will always be so as long as I live. Whatever name you carry.

- I haven't been scared for so long. I was not afraid for myself. And now I'm afraid again, because I have something to lose again.

- What are you talking about! - Jamie looked at me with condemnation. - Don't worry about you? Yes? Tell me how I can not worry when you are waiting for breakfast in bed in the morning, and an hour later you are sitting in a transparent shirt covered in blood and holding a corpse on your knees! And now you are generally naked and those fifteen, instead of doing alcohol, gossip about what kind of whore I dug up. What should I tell them?

- If I don't mind! Englishwoman, you finally understand ... When I looked at you naked, when I touched you and realized that you hadn’t dreamed of me ... I can’t even explain what became of me then. And now you say that I can be against it. How can I drive you away when I find you again? ..

“You, too, have the scars of your battles,” he said quietly. - And I have mine. It is necessary, even though it hurts.

During his early youth, he only carried weapons. probably, this left an indelible mark on his character, somehow especially determined his personality: trust only yourself and your hand. By isolating himself from the environment, he found himself. yes, that's right - filling your space with things, you become a part of them; deciding to know yourself, you exclude outside influences. And knowing yourself, you will be able to know others. We did it.