He'd kill for her, destroy for her, savage anyone who dared attempt to take her from him. And he would never let her go. . . even if she begged for her freedom.
Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.
If I had cared about her as I should have, as I thought I did, how could I have let her go?
I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.
You only know you love her when you let her go.
So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry.
Let her go to Italy!" he cried. "Let her meddle with what she doesn't understand!
It's best to let her go," he says. No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone.
Turn yourself over to Aksel, and I might let her go. (Arast) Yeah, right. And I’m a one-legged dung dealer. (Nykyrian)
. . . I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.
Creatively, I really feel like I gave it my all, and I feel ready to let her go.
I'll let her go. I won't let her go. I have to let her go. I can't let her go. I can let her go. I don't. . . want to let her go.
