“Why is it you assholes always feel the need to tell the media your evil plans before you kill us?” asked Becks. “Is it a union requirement or something?”

“You know what? Fuck it. Just fuck it. The Rising didn't manage to wipe out the human race, it just made us turn into even bigger assholes than we were before. Hear that, mad science? You failed. You were supposed to kill us all, and instead you turned us into monsters.”

“That's Becks. Always ready to offer a helping headshot.”

“Be good. Be kind to each other. And if there's somebody you love, tell them. The world always needs more love.”

“Nothing is impossible to kill. It's just that sometimes after you kill something you have to keep shooting it until it stops moving”

“You know, addressing my crazy by name doesn’t exactly help me stay sane,” I said. “Nothing can help you stay sane at this point, Mason,” said Becks. “That ship has sailed.”

“You all cool?" "I'm cool," confirmed Becks."I haven't been 'cool' since arriving in this godforsaken hellhole you persist in claiming is a civilized nation. I am, however, ready to go violate a few more laws.”