“I could kill you with my bare hands.”

How many times we saw Lisbon struggling and trying to remain composed faced with another escapade of Jane’s, and how much it cost her to bear with him. She forgave the unforgivable always finding forces within her and enough nobility to put their friendship and her duty as well as her deep understanding of Jane’s tragedy over her hurt feelings and egotism. She saw beyond Jane’s armor and believed in the good in him, more than he did himself, knowing who he really was and wishing she could brighten up his life. And as they got together, she came to discover more and more often the man she’d fallen in love with, someone truer to himself and to the world around him, less in need of hiding his feelings, more serious and more comfortable with who he is – because he knew that was what she wanted to see. She’d always wanted that man in him to come to the forefront, and when he did, she started expressing her feelings of love with the same fervor she would express her indignation when he’d resorted to his tricks of a conman before, giving him what he’d lacked.

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