No one should have to pay for love in flesh or blood. (Acheron)

Note to self on waking. Lay off the beer on an empty stomach. This dream is even more screwed up than the time I had a donkey and a corkscrew. (Aiden) Donkey and a corkscrew? (Leta) I don’t know you well enough to fill you in on those details. (Aiden)

So help me, I won’t rest until I bathe in your entrails! (Apollymi)

I don’t even know what to say to you. (Acheron) Me, either. I guess we’ll just stand here and cry at each other, huh? (Kat)

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

Is she okay? I mean, no offense, she sounds more mental than I do.

Lydia: Strange how you always remember the pain someone gave you, but seldom the hurt you caused them.