Munday -- Message in a Bottle
Well.
Now that you're reasonably sure he won't throw you to the Brotherhood, breathe and think about what he's telling you. He's trusting you with his past, Prue. And you saw you could trust him on the surface. He's still as dedicated, cunning, loyal, and strategic in his thinking as he was then, now he's just back on home court -- and he knows this game. You know you can't survive this without him. You need him, Prue. But remember, he needs you, too. He was telling the truth, you see. More than you know. Do you think the Source wouldn't think of killing him if something happened to you?
And what really scares us both? He doesn't just need you, he wants you. As, initially, the closest thing his soul could get to her, yes. But now he wants you as an ally, as a planning partner, as his helpmate and aid in loyal service to the Source, as his wife, as his lover. Your mind, your body. Your mortal soul, too, if your pride would let you give it to him. And of course, your child. Yes, yours. Aside from whatever whisper of concern he might still feel for her, her singular nature is not what he wants in any child of his.
He sees his parents when he looks at you, don't you see? Whatever slip you made in the time loop, you are such a reminder to him of his past -- mortal and demonic. All of it. He wants that. You want that -- so much so that he knew that baiting you with Triad rumors on your wedding night would get you to let down your guard just enough. A man who gets the stakes and the frustrations, who sees you as a woman AND a witch and who won't be whisked off -- it's seductive. Admit it. Admit you've grown to like the way he looks at you, and that you are beginning to crave his touch.
And somewhere inside you, buried just deeper than this proclivity for evil and above your soul, is the little girl who watched her father save her and then walk out of her life. That girl never picked up a daisy and pulled off the petals one by one, I know. You stopped believing in fairy tales right then and there, and this sure as hell isn't one, but you've got to let him protect and defend you, Prue. And you have got to start trying to trust him.