Highlander ~ The Prize

THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE…

If I had know it for the curse it is, I would have let the Kurgen take my head.

I knew people would be born and die, and all the while, I would remain unchanged.
However, if I had known those I loved would die, so young, so abruptly,
leaving me alone, again, I would have welcomed death.

Perhaps my long life with Heather was to meant to be my only one, my only love.

If I had never allowed myself to love those who touched my heart, would they have lived on? Would they have married mortals and raised families. Would they have lived to grow old and die of the things that old people die of? Not violent deaths and obscure accidents.
Not cut down in life when they were just getting started, but to die like my bonnie
Heather, in the arms of her lover, thankful for a long, peaceful life.

Perhaps I am the curse. Perhaps I am being punished for staying with Heather.
Punished for our love and joy, for her death and my eternal youth.
Perhaps Ramierez was right. I should have left her, I was too selfish. I am always too selfish. The lives I touch wither and die.

I am cursed.
I am the curse.

- Connor Macleod