“All I knew was that I would die if he sent me away. He shrugged. You can cut a man’s heart out with a shrug, did you know that?”

“I push everyone I love away." He shrugged. "I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.”

“Cool!” he said. “Did you know if you wake someone up when they’re sleepwalking, they’ll die?” I threw him a cynical look. “Where’d you hear that?” He shrugged. “I read it somewhere. We should try it. Next time, I’ll wake you up, and if you die…”

“Have you no pity?' Glokta could only shrug. 'I did have. As a boy I was soft-hearted beyond the point of foolishness. I swear, I would cry at a fly caught in a spider's web.' He grimaced at a brutal spasm through his leg as he turned for the door. 'Constant pain has cured me of that.”

“Like Goethe at 80, you know the futility of love and you shrug--you shrug away the warm kiss”

“I don't want him hurt because he got out of hand with me.""Yet you would have shot him."I shrugged. "I never said I was consistent, just serious.”