“Are you suggesting I’m not normal? (Nykyrian)Oh yeah, baby, you ooze normality. From the top of that assassin’s braid to the tip of those boots that I’m pretty sure conceal retractable blades. You’re just an average joe. No doubt about it. Cause, you know, everyone sits for hours doing nothing but typing. (Kiara)”

“Don’t you like them? (Nykyrian)Did you see the price? (Kiara)I’m more than capable of supplying you with several wardrobes from here. (Nykyrian)But– (Kiara)But nothing, mu Tara. Start shoping. (Nykyrian)This really isn’t– (Kiara)Kiara. Buy clothes or go naked. Personally, naked works for me. (Nykyrian)Fine. When you’re homeless and bankrupt, remember I tried to stop you. (Kiara)”

“So what’s your favorite Synism? (Kiara)Duwad. (Nykyrian)Which means? (Kiara)You’re not old enough for me to answer that. Hell, I’m not even old enough to say it. (Nykyrian)”

“How frail you are. I don’t want to hurt you by accident. (Nykyrian)I’m not as frail as I appear. I know from lots of experience that I bounce really well. (Kiara)I would kill anyone who hurt you. (Nykyrian)”

“Not to mention, we’re using you for bait. (Syn)Are you that drunk? (Nykyrian)What? I wasn’t supposed to tell her that? (Syn)I’m bait? (Kiara)No, you’re not bait. Ignore the alcoholic whose view of reality is distorted by his brain-damaged hallucinations. (Nykyrian)”

“You travel with a whetstone on your arm? (Kiara)You don’t ever want to kill someone with a dull knife. It takes too long to sever their arteries, or puncture organs, and it makes it even messier than normal. (Nykyrian)”

“Thank you. (Nykyrian)For what? (Kiara)For giving me a life worth living. I know I’m not worth it, and that I don’t deserve it, but I swear to the gods I finally believe in that I will spend every moment I have left making you happy and trying to be worthy of you. (Nykyrian)”