Jason: "I'm Hers, now. It's fucking weird, but... Sook, I think I feel how you felt, way back with Bill."
Sookie: "Then I can't judge you. Some guys you just know they're going to be okay."
Jason: "Like somebody has my back. Six months from now, that's going to mean something entirely different."
Sookie: "Well, be careful. When your heart runs away with you it's easy to believe someone will have your back forever. But forever's a rare thing in this world, no matter what vampires say."
She assures him, for all her dour pronouncements as she works out this last little kink -- the UFO behind her, in the sunshine, that only she can see -- that she'll be fine. Pam, too high to miss Eric and too happy to be a bitch, throws herself on Sookie with a genuine smile. Tara takes her turn, too. Sookie knows they are happy, but not what they've escaped; they barely remember it, now.
Tara: "I know I'm still high, but I swear I can never hate him again!"
Sookie: "Well, good luck with that! Bless his heart."
She walks away from the revelry without noticing Bill, watching through windows. Back through the cemetery that stands halfway between his house and her own. She brings the outside, outside.
Ben's winding garlands around a maypole for their wedding, excited as a boy in the sunshine. It's the oldest ritual, one of the oldest, any of us have: The pole stands up, straight and strong, throbbing in the sunlight. We wrap ourselves around it: 1 + 0 = Every Number In Creation.
"You know, even in ancient times the maypole ceremony was reserved only for Fae who had found their soulmates. And that was rare even then. And the proof? If light shone from their touch."
When night falls, they'll take a ribbon and wrap themselves around the pole, as we've always done. He will become dark, and light. They'll melt their wedding rings from solid steel: This one closed circle becomes two. But it's still a closed circle; it's still death. Feeding only on each other, never changing, never growing. Never to cast off or burn what isn't necessary, ever again. To be complacent and complete.
To love is to bury, do you want to be buried?
Sookie: "You know, I wasn't lying when I said I keep my promises. But a lot's changed since I last saw you."
Warlow: "Fuck that, you've been gone four hours."