[He shakes his head, slowly. Wherever he ends up - Castle, or no castle, he feels that there is one thing that must be made clear...]


You want me to return. You want us to be friends. You want me to 'be happy,' and yet you set your own boundaries and expectations upon what you think is best for me. Your intentions are wholly good. I can see this, and, for the most part, I am grateful...
...But I think that it is imperative that you understand that...I...

...I don't...belong to you.