I lost her.
She lost him.
He lost her.
And I lost you.

Give me my cold winds and slashing rains, for there I am warmed by the love of friends. Here, the chill seeps in quietly beneath the light.

Only a fool believes there is no price
But the time of reckoning will come
Be you ready or not, it shall be paid
In heart's blood, or more if it must be.

I pay the price, and I would pay it all over again. For if I don't, there would be no price to begin with.

I may have started it
But you force my hand.

Who am I to judge you, to praise you? And who are you to judge me?

You will not share, even for a fraction of the time that you will have. All's fair, for share not what you would prize above all. Small though it seems, I have the satisfaction of knowing or guessing that it was time that might have played the winning stroke.

I yield, for I seek not to destroy the remnants.
Go, leave me to learn my lesson well.

And secretly, I know and you know that this lesson may well not be learned, ever.