No matter what happens, I'll always come back to you." "Promise?" I asked in a shaky voice. Logan's eyes burned with icy determination. "Promise.
You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.
Emotions were for those too weak to turn them off.
Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff.
I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.
Don't you agree, fuzzball?