V tired to imagine giving up his proclivities. "My monster needs to get out. Especially now.

I'll call you," Manny said. "You do that, my man. You frickin' do that." -Manny to V

V?" "What?" "I will die rather than hurt you." ~Vutch moments~

He nodded and curled over his paper, writing quickly. As his words took form on the white page, she got to watch him...and realized she never wanted him to go. She wanted him here beside her forever.

Destiny was a machine built over time, each choice that you made in life adding another gear, another conveyor belt, another assemblyman. Where you ended up was the product that was spit out at the end—and there was no going back for a redo. You couldn‟t take a peek at what you‟d manufactured and decide, Oh, wait, I wanted to make sewing machines instead of machine guns; let me go back to the beginning and start again. One shot. That was all you got.

Cause nothing said lovin' like a shitload of motion detectors.

I love you forever" didn't always need to be spoken to be understood.