He snorted, disgusted by the answer. "I need her. Here." But there was resignation, understanding in his voice. He was being selfish. Of course she was needed. She was the ultimate protector, the weapon against evil. She was necessary.
That didn't make it hurt any less.
"I was happy," he said, the words so soft, so delicate, they seemed to shatter as they fell from the air. "Don't I get to be happy?"