“I have my work cut out for me where you’re concerned, don’t I? (Stryker)Not really. Hate you today. Will hate you tomorrow. What say we don’t waste any time? Give me the sword and let me have your throat now. (Zephyra)”

“You bit me? (Stryker)We use what we have. (Zephyra)That’s such a girl move. (Stryker)But it works. Maybe if you fought like a girl and not a stunted baboon, you’d actually win. (Zephyra)”

“I’m not going to let my insecurities keep me from having a good time. I think that if you don’t loose your self-consciousness, you can’t really be present in a situation. For example, if you’re at The Louvre, but you’re thinking about how much you hate your jeans, you’re not really at The Louvre. So in your memory, when you look back, you’re always going to be like, “I was wearing those jeans I hated”. And you’re not going to remember anything else.”

“Medea? Don’t worry. Satara’s rooms are far enough away that you won’t be subjected to the sounds of wild monkey sex. (Stryker)Ew! You were right, Mum. I should have allowed you to cut his throat. Get me out of here as quickly as possible. (Stryker)”

“A clever enemy would kiss my hand, then stab at my back while I was distracted. (Stryker)A coward’s action. Truly. Don’t insult either one of us with such a suggestion. I don’t believe in petty juvenile attacks. I go after what I want, and when it’s the life of an enemy I don’t want there to be any mistaking my intention. If you’re worth my hatred, then you’re worth my letting you know that I’m coming for you. (Zephyra)”

“Gods, how I’ve missed you. (Stryker)I hate you with every beat of my heart. (Zephyra)”