"His wife hated me, hated her niece, and I was able to heal her. With words, not magic or light or... I stood in front of her, a creature of magic, and she thanked me. Arlene Fowler Bellefleur thanked me for reading her heart. I have never felt loved like that in my entire life."
Warlow: "I've lost plenty of people. What makes you special?"
Sookie: "Is it that dark already? Just let me speak. Don't turn yet. Be Ben for just a second more. There's no denying I have feelings for you. You've awakened something in me. But what has changed is that my friends are safe and you're no longer in danger. There's no ticking clock."
Warlow: "I help up my end."
Sookie: "That's a Nice Guy thing to say, but do you really want me like that?"
Warlow: "What I know, and you can't, is that once we do this we've done this. You will understand that your sudden romance for Bon Temps is childish. Immortality will fix this."
Sookie: "What you're saying is that you don't love me as I am."
"I'm asking if you'll ... date me. Spend time together, off this plane. In the real world. See how we fit. We don't need a closed circle to be together."
Alcide's father was right. Alcide saw it, and walked away. He came down off the drugs, the power and the blood, and realized: Community -- like family, like love -- is a verb. A gerund that you never stop doing. And that's the opposite of what Warlow wants; it's the opposite of what he thinks will heal him. 5500 years is a long time to wait, when you think the questions getting answered: Nobody's born manipulative. Nobody was born to be buried. Some of us just forget, denied love long enough, how easy it is.
Sookie: "You could be part of this community, they'll accept you. My friends, my family..."
Ben: "You mean like Bill and Eric? My torturers?"
Sookie: "Not anymore, it's not about that anymore. Bon Temps pushed me into their arms, and I broke myself trying to make this deal for them. Gran died because she loved William Compton; I nearly died a hundred times because I realized they were people before anyone else did. Before they did. I stood watch at Godric's death because I was the only one that could."
In this, I see God.
"Jason and Tara and Arlene and Jessica are the ingredients of me, the recipe for this thing you claim to love. I'm not ready to give them up. I shouldn't have to. You keep saying come with me, come with me, like any old faerie kidnapper out of the stories. What if you come with me? Into the world. "