“Aren’t you afraid one of them will betray you? Take it all away? (Shahara)I’m sure one will eventually, but that’s the least of what keeps me up at night. Trust me, there are a lot worse things in life than loosing a few credits. (Syn)”

“You’d trust me that easily? (Shahara)Hell no. The only thing I trust in life is to get fucked over by everyone around me. (Syn)”

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay? (Shahara)Other than the fact that I feel like my rib just punctured a lung, sure, I’m all right. (Syn)”

“What now? (Shahara)I’m thinking. (Syn)Could you think a little quicker? (Shahara)You’re not helping. (Syn)You’re lucky you’re still breathing and not limping. (Shahara)”

“Save me, Shahara. Save me from the lonely nights that never end. (Syn)”

“You got guts taking that tone with me. (Nykyrian)What you gonna do, oh great wounded one? I’m the one with the injector. (Syn)”

“Syn may be too much of a gentleman to hit you, but I’m not. I’m not only ashamed to call you human, I’m completely disgusted that we share the same gender. You want to know the truth? The only filth in this room is you, and you’re the one who doesn’t deserve to breathe our air. Decent’s got nothing to do with birthright. It’s all about actions, and trust me, you’re the lowest form I’ve ever met and I’ve taken in the worst scum imaginable. But I’d rather sit at the table with them than you any day. (Shahara to Mara)”