Who was it, who said those damnèd words:

"You can't be a hero to her!"

Didn't I tell you...you were wrong?

I've been one all along.

She came to me when you wouldn't.

She cried on mine when you gave her a cold shoulder.

I kept her safe when you wouldn't.

Her love for me was truer than what you gave her.

But who has benefited from this menage a trois?

Was it me, the man, the aggressor?

Was it her, the girl, who knows true love?

Or was it you...

who is "released" from the "hell she put you through"?