“You’re joking, right?”“No. I’ve been living here for a while—like a couple of years with my roommate. You know, the fucktard who put poor Raphael outside.”“Hey!” the guy yelled from inside their apartment. “I have a name. It’s Señor Fucktard!”
“Har, har. You're a borderline fucktard, you know that? Torin to Strider”
“It was official. I really was Senorita Fucktard.”
“I had a weapon of my own and I wasn't afraid to fucking use it. And if I died? Who the fuck cared? I put the gun to my head and demanded to be let through. The fucktards shot me.”
“I’ve been an outsider all my life. It’s been kind of hard, but I like that way of living.”
“You have no idea how many times I’ve been barricaded inside a box in my life. I know it’s for my protection. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it. (Kiara)”