What are you? A man with a rope? Ha-ha.

Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them

Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.

Regardless of how many people I surrounded myself with, no matter how many friends and family I loved and was loved by in return, I was alone at the moment of being born and at the moment of dying. Nobody came with you and nobody went with you. It was a journey of one.

Life isn't always fair, lass, but that doesn't mean it can't still be sweet."- Dageus

Then why was his tongue in your mouth? Was he conducting a clinical test of your gag reflex?" He smiled, but not nicely. "How is your gag reflex, Ms. Lane? Are you a hair trigger?" Barrons likes to use sexual innuendo to try to shut me up. I think he expects the well-raised southern belle in me will think eew and back off. Sometimes, I do think eew, but I don't back off. "I'm a spitter, if that's what you're asking." I flashed him a too-sweet smile. "Didn't look that way to me. I think you're a swallower. His tongue was halfway to China and you were still taking it." "Jealous?

When insane things start to arrange themselves in sane patterns around you, you know you got problems.