The color drained from Jack's face as he clutched Emma more closely, as if he were afraid she'd fly away to be a princess now/. It was far worse than he'd understood.

"You went mad," he said. "It would make anyone mad. I don't know which would be worse if that had happened to me -- remembering the voices, or remembering I'd given in at the end. I didn't understand how bad it was, forgive me."