



To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, even death can't keep us part.
They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you… Until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly I would be whole again… like magic… Just so they could start in all over. And Alastair… at the end of every day… every one… he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack… if I put souls on… if I started the torturing. And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For 30 years, I told him. But then I couldn’t do it anymore, Sammy. I couldn’t. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls.The things that I did to them. Dean, look, you held out for 30 years. That’s longer than anyone would have...