Dude, got eyes? I'm collecting evidence." [...] "In Ziploc bags." "I think they're Glad." "They look impartial to me.

What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?

You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.

Yesterday was a memory. Tomorrow was a hope. Today was another day to live and do one's best to love

He's treating her like she's fourteen and he's a normal adult, acting like he's taken her under his wing. Like he needs her detecting skills, same as Barrons did to Mac, and she's falling for it, same as Mac. He's lining up his dominoes, so they fall more easily when he feels like pushing them over, conserving energy so he doesn't have to hunt her when he's ready to kill her.

Are we, like, having a conversation?" "Did you just, like, ask me for advice and listen with an open mind? If so, then yes, I would call this a conversation

I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.