“Oscove?" Valek paused. "He didn't have the stomach for it.”

“Move back,” the man on the left ordered Valek. “Or I’ll skewer your friend.”Valek considered the threat. “Do you plan to wound, maim or kill him?” he asked the guard.“Threats should be specific in order to have the maximum impact.”The man just stared at him.“Skewer is just too vague. I think if you say, ’Stand back or I’ll stab him in the stomach,’ then I have an idea about how serious you are. After all, Leif’s stomach is his favorite body part so that’s a decent threat.”

“Valek: You know a death sentence hasn't kept us apart before.Yelena: Is that an order Valek?Valek: No, it's a promise!”

“Many have tried to kill us. All have failed.-Valek”

“Why do they hate us?" He paused. "We didn't do anything wrong.”

“(...) I pushed his sword arm down, and stood next to Valek. Out eyes met. I understood that Valek's loyalty to the Commander was without question. His blue eyes held a fierce determination and I knew in my soul that Valek would take his own life after he had taken mine.”