Methos was beginning to realize he wasn't going to reason with this man. It was worse than trying to reason with Duncan MacLeod when he got his mind set on some crusade or another.

Immortals and mortals alike, all of them rushing to their deaths. He didn't understand it. And he hoped he never would.

"Not as much as you do, I think." Methos answered, smile mirthless. "I care for him very deeply. Love, yes, it might be called that."