“Hey, don’t apologize. We all have shit to deal with. I have the same reaction sometimes, too. (Syn)I find that hard to believe. (Shahara)It’s true. You ever want to see me really wig out? Hand me a candy bar. (Syn)”

“You have a lot of faith in luck, don’t you? (Shahara)Not at all. She’s a vicious bitch who seldom knocks on my door. (Syn)”

“Thank you, Shay. (Syn)For what? (Shahara)For looking into the eyes of nothing and seeing a man you could love. (Syn)”

“I’ll check on you when I get home. I love you, baby. (Kiefer)I love you too, Daddy. (Kiara)What the hell was that action? (Syn)I think it’s something called ‘paternal concern.’ (Nykyrian)What…? You sure? I thought that crap was a myth. (Syn)No, really. I watched it once in a documentary. It was fascinating. Believe it or not, there are people out there who actually have feelings for their progeny. (Nykyrian)Get the fuck out. No way. You’re screwing with my head again, aren’t you? (Syn)No, I swear. You just saw it with your own eyes. I did not make that shit up. (Nykyrian)Yeah but it’s really messing with my concept of the natural order of the universe. Paternal love? What’s next? Limb regrowth? Genetic splicing reversals? (Syn)”

“You have some severe mental problem I need to be aware of, don’t you? (Shahara)Just because I eat babies for breakfast and pick my teeth with their bones doesn’t mean I’m nuts. (Syn)Any other weird habits I should be aware of? (Shahara)Just my need to dance naked in the streets under the light of a full moon. (Syn)”

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