Bye-bye, Elan. P.S., Next time you implicate someone falsely, try to pick a pacifist.

V shook his head. “Remember what you saw in that clearing, cop? How’d you like that anywhere near a female you loved?” Butch put down the Bud without drinking from it. His eyes traveled over Rhage’s body. “We’re going to need a shitload of steel,” the human muttered.

The mind...the mind was the most powerful force for and against someone.

...but her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.

Do you think I haven't noticed? You can't wait to be free of me. I drink and then you bolt up, as if you've had to force yourself to endure my presence." She'd started to sob then. "I've always tried to be clean when I come to you. I spend hours in the tub, washing myself. But I cannot find the dirt that you see." -Marissa to Wrath

“Doesn't have to be easy to be right.” In that case, we're meant for each other.

Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!