Noticing the concern in his friend’s face, Torvald rasped his final words, “Thank you… for being here with me. To share the burden of those last few regrets with you has meant more to me than you might think. I am finally content…. Go.”

Traveller from Yeomere

“She was anyone’s daughter,” replied the Inspector flatly, “or son, or husband, or wife, or close friend. Don’t just think it was her who was a victim of these machinations; there were many more. These are the consequences you didn’t think about, these are the people you labelled collateral damage without more than a passing thought. In all these years you tried to save your husband… you killed your daughter.

Dinner at the Maharajah