There’s nothing like a gunshot to make you the life of the party.

I hate that everyone calls it growing up, but it seems like DYING.

I'm sorry I kissed you- it was selfish and it upset you- but you can't ask me to pretend I didnt want to.

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

A stray dog, I might understand," she said. "But this? You are too softhearted." No, Mabry," Ravus said. "I am not." He looked in Val's direction. "I think she wants to die." Maybe you can help her after all," Mabry said. "You're good at helping people die.

Farewell, Father," she said. He fell back upon his chair, choking. She laughed, not with mirth or even mockery, but something that was closer to a sob. "You crafted me so sharp, I cut even myself.

You're a pretty cool customer, huh?" says Agent Hunt. "I hide my inner pain under my stoic visage." Agent Hunt looks like he would like to put his fist through my stoic visage.