“For why war? Nada ne hurt, sister ne hurt, for why you make vesna sore? For why!”

“He's a contradiction and that's why he's so perfect.”

“To sore make bad energy, make innocent cry, Aisyx no spread pain plague.”

“Why the hell do women always have to bring back up? It's not as if I'm going to molest her at the opera.”

“Every footfall of my boots echoes and ricochets louder and louder, the excruciating stroll I take induces her heartbeat into pecking so hard and erratic, my dick starts hurting with an anticipatory throb.”

“It destroys and resurrects in equal measure. It's paradigm shifting. The man I was before Nada has perished and left a changeling who is lost in the delicate art of awe and humble appreciation.”

“Pulped in his crushing strength, his hug is enough to smear me over his body like war paint.”