whole scene coming - love this one!
(oh - and i snagged this from here:
http://www.methos.org/chronicles/prometheus.html)
it's the flashback from the Modern Prometheus, just after Byron's taken the quickening of Kershner-->
Mary: How? [Rejoins Methos.] He lives yet — yet I saw—
Methos: It was a trick of the storm.
Mary: I'm not Claire. Do not speak to me like a fool. I've seen him die and live again, while my daughter Clara lies buried in her grave. How can he live while my flesh and blood turns to dust? Explain.
Methos: There is no explanation. He is not governed by the rules of mortal flesh. He is of a different kind.
Mary: How do you know this? How can you know it?
Methos: Because I am like him — immortal. I beseech you, tell no one of this. We must live in secret.
Mary: Or you would be hunted.
Methos: For the perversion of nature that we are.
Mary: Poor tormented creature. The sad hero of a never-ending story. Resurrected by lightning to eternal life. [Touches Methos' face.] To eternal lonliness.
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