Because I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally…in love with you.

Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead?" Vishous to Butch

How sweetly he came to her, she thought. Even with his bulk and power, he came to her...sweetly.

You're a good Irishman, right?" When Butch nodded, V said, "Irish, Irish… let me think. Yeah…" Vishous's eyes sobered, and in a voice that cracked, he said, "May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And… my dearest friend… until we meet again may the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.

Next time you think of me like that , say my name when you come. It'll get you off even better.

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

Man, you cannot be real," the human said softly. "Why not?" "You just can't." She laughed a little. "Well, I am." He cleared his throat again. Offered her a lopsided grin. "Mind if I ask you to prove it?" "How?" "Can I touch your hair?