I want us to be... what is your word? Friends." "Psychotic rapists don't have friends." "I was unaware you were a psychotic rapists or I would not have offered." (Mac & V'lane)
Love knows no right or wrong. Love is. Only is.
A little blood never bothers me.
You canโt give somebody faith. They either got it or they donโt.
I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I'm on isn't working.
When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesnโt even bother trying. Savage Mac wants to invite it to come out and play. I think sheโs nuts. Nuts, I tell you.