"I know the rights Daniel. I could do it for you." Methos said, solemnly. He ran his fingers through Daniel's hair, avoiding the stitches.

He should have killed that man. He was regretting his choice not to.

"You've read my journals about the Bronze Age. You know of Kronos. We were closer than I've ever been with anyone. And it lasted centuries. But near the end... he may as well have been my jailer."