“I tried to pick Nykyrian’s pocket last year. (Jana)And you let him live? (Kiara)I have an age requirement before I kill someone. (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)”

“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)”

“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)”

“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)”

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