When a lion stalks a herd, he sneaks in close, lies down, and surveys them to choose his victim. He takes his time. The deer or buffalo have no idea he’s near. He finds his prey and then he explodes from his hiding place and grabs it. Even if another, perfectly serviceable animal ends up within his reach, he isn’t going to alter his course. He has chosen, and he would rather go hungry than change his mind.

Go to the Black Sea, meet new people, see beautiful places, get killed by a mutant carnivorous kangaroo goat. One item off my bucket list.

You said sloppy! Look, I didn't even use my sword; I hit him with my head, like a moron.

Did the Order return your sense of humor as part of the severance package?

Your headlights don't scare me.

I can't hate people that much. Don't get me wrong. I want to murder every last Keeper I can find. But that's not hate. That's vengeance.

The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.