*Ah, Duncan, young Duncan, how little you know. You believe I share your weaknesses, don't you? Your passion, your need of someone to protect, someone to tell you you are a good man, someone who trusts you more than you do. You think that is why I haven't fought out a challenge in the past two centuries. How mistaken you are!
But then, of course, you lack the key to the truth. You do not know whom my receiving a Quickening would put back on my scent. You do not know the sweet tortures of my life. You do not know.*