But what if it were you? What if you were stuffed in a human body and let loose on this planet only to find yourself lost among your own kind? What if you were such a good person that you tried to save the life that you'd taken that you almost died trying to get her back to her family? What if you then found yourself surrounded by violent aliens who hated you and tried to hurt you and tried to murder you over and over again? What if you just kept doing whatever you could to save and heal people despite that? Wouldn't you deserve a life too? Wouldn't you have earned that much?

You’re still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren’t you?

Hate is a passionate emotion.

He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.

She wasn't speaking to me - in the juvenile, petty sense of the phrase.

Despite my best efforts I’ve seen you naked before – doesn’t do much for me so no worries.

Don't worry?! You sliced your hand open!