Words are easy to say, but emotions betray the best intentions.

What are you doing here, Simi? (Astrid) Feeling peckish. Is there any food? Something not too heavy. Maybe a cow or two? (Simi)

It actually dawned on me that I don’t fight. I just kill whatever annoys me, and it’s over. (Savitar)

You’re being remanded into Gourish custody…dead. (a Partini) ‘Cause let’s face it, dead was just easier. Or so they thought.’ (Syn)

St. Ash – who knew? (Gallagher)

Don’t you want Simi to be your family?...This is the part where you say, ‘Yes, Simi, I would like to be your family.’ ‘Cause if you don’t, then I’ll have to take my mitt back and barbecue you. Akri is still upset about the last Dark-Hunter I barbecued and that was…oh, a thousand or so years ago. He part elephant when it comes to remembering things. (Simi)

That is the beauty of memory, isn’t it? Our reality is always clouded by our perceptions of truth. (Mnimi)