“He's not here.""Not here like he just popped around the corner to the bodega for a six-pack of Diet Coke and a box of Krispy Kremes, or not here like...”

“His voice was like ice, cold and unforgiving, which was like hearing a different Draven altogether. Here he wasn't my Draven, soft and gentle. NO, here he was the Master, here he was the one in control... here, he was a God!”

“Wait. Why am I thinking about Krispy Kremes? We’re supposed to be exercising.”

“Well, well. What have we here? (Thief #1)Looks like we got some little pigeons just right for a plucking. (Thief #2)Well, well. What have we here? (Sin)Looks like a pack of fools wanting to die. (Braden)”

“His arms got tight before he whispered, "You like where you are just as much as I like you here.”

“Like he cared about a lot of stupid settlers and Indians and soldiers who hung around out here before he was even born. Hell, before his prehistoric grandparents had been born.Who gave a shit about Crazy Horse and Sitting Bullshit. He cared about X-Men and the box scores.”