" Thought of the general drew his fragmented thoughts together, a magnet in a scatter of loose iron filings. Someone to depend on…a man to share the burden…he wanted that, above all things. “Oh, God,” he whispered, and moths touched his face, gentle in the dark. "

― Diana Gabaldon , Seven Stones to Stand or Fall (Outlander 0.5, 7.5 & 8.5)