“Olivia Dunham, my wife, was everything to me. When we first met, I was a nomad, moving from place to place, job to job. She gave me a purpose; she taught me to believe in something bigger than myself.”
When we first met, I was a nomad, moving from place to place, job to job. She gave me a purpose. She taught me to believe in something bigger than myself. She taught me to fight. To keep our world safe. And more recently, to keep it from dying. But the truth is we’re all dying. From the moment we’re born, we’re all dying. The universe is unspeakably cruel. Our one hope is that we can find some purpose, some meaning before that last day comes. Some happiness and love. Olivia was all of that to me. There was no one like her. Though I will not cease to fight, now that she’s gone, I’m afraid I’m already lost. That we’re all lost. The world is a darker place w i t h o u t her.
Walter:I quite like weddings. DId I ever tell you about the time your mother and I, God rest her soul, got married? She was so beautiful, Peter. So beautiful in white. I won’t deny I was never happier.