"Eight pints. That's how much ye told me the body has. I wish I could give ye some of mine. I've plenty. You said it was possible, but not in this time. Somethin' to do with things in the blood that might not match. But surely our blood would flow, one into the other. My blood kens yours like its own. Blood of my blood, Sassenach. That's what we said. And it is the truth."



















