“I think we both need to work on our communication skills. (Kiara)I tried that once. (Nykyrian)And? (Kiara)Darling told me that I could never hold a job as a suicide counselor or hostage negotiator. He said my failure rate would become the stuff of legends. (Nykyrian)”

“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)”

“I suggest you leave. Now. (Nykyrian)(The would-be attackers flee.)Had you said ‘boo,’ I think they would have wet themselves. (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)”

“(Kiara having a sever panic attack.)Kiara? Hauk wears women’s underwear. (Nykyrian)Come again? (Kiara)Hauk wears women’s underwear. Pink and really girly. You know, one of those skimpy things that tucks into the crack of his fat ass. (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)”