“Any idea how to get my brother out of there? (Phobos)Dynamite. With any luck it might blow the bastard up, too. (Jericho)”

“There’s too much to be done. I need to know– (Jericho)No. (Delphine)No, you d’in. (Jericho)Yes, I di’id. Don’t make me use my Jeri ninja mind tricks on you. I might screw up and fry your brains. (Delphine)”

“Fuck off and die, you putrid bastard. (Jericho)”

“(Zarek slammed his combined fists down across Thanatos’s back.)If anyone has any suggestions on how to kill this guy, I’m open to it. (Zarek)I’m out of dynamite. You got any grenades? (Jess)Not on me. (Zarek)Say die, Dark-Hunter. (Thanatos)Fine. Die, why don’t you? (Zarek)”

“Any time you need an expert parental hand- (Zarek)I’ll find Jericho. (Astrid)Um, could you at least wait until that thing’s housebroken? (Jericho)”

“I’m stuck fighting. (Acheron)You’re stuck fighting. But you’re welcome to come share my beach any time you get tired of the brawl. (Savitar)Save me a spot. If this blows up in my face, I’ll be back with my tail forever tucked between my legs. (Acheron)”

“There will never be peace between us. Ever. You shattered any hope of it when you watched your brother kill me and refused to speak up on my behalf. (Acheron)I was afraid. (Artemis)And I was butchered and gutted on the floor like an animal sacrifice. Excuse me if I don’t feel your pain. I’m too busy with my own. (Acheron)”