“Krampus reached over and wiggled one of the nails protruding from Jesse's leg. "Ow, fuck!" Jesse cried. "Watch it. Goddamn, what's wrong with you?""You still live.""Yeah... I still live. Lucky me.”
“Reaching over, I stilled his leg. Eyes wide, he turned to me and whispered, “I’m nervous. I’m really fucking nervous. I never get nervous. What the hell is wrong with me?”
“Krampus's voice trailed off, he glanced at Jesse. Jesse's head lay on his shoulder, his eyes closed; there came no sign of breath."It appears I am talking to myself." Krampus crossed his arms atop his chest and grunted.”
“He's still Jesse.”
“Jesse: " Hey Rose, welcome back. Still breaking hearts?"Rose: " Are you volunteering?”
“How do you know about Boy George? (Jesse)I was in hell, Jesse. What do you think they used to torture me with? Bad pop songs. (Xypher)”