I’m sick of listening to your family. I have been chased, spun, hypnotized, paralysed and damn near killed by your family. I’ve been going out of my mind for the last two weeks, and now your mother shows up at my door step and damn nearly gives me a heart attack, but you know what? I don’t care, about them, about the curse, you are not going dark and you are not losing me, no matter what you do, no matter what they do to me I’m still here! Now what does that tell you?