“It’s a gift. (Artemis)Nothing is ever freely given. (Acheron)”

“Tell me, Acheron, is there anyone you will ever trust enough to release your soul? (Artemis)You know better. You’ve tutored me too well on how vicious women are. On how much love ruins and destroys. Thank you for the lesson, Artemis. It was just what I needed. And I assure you, it’s one I’ll never forget. (Acheron)”

“I hate you! (Artemis)Don’t keep saying that, Artie. It’s cruel to get my hopes up. (Acheron)”

“A word of wisdom to you, akribos, you need to learn to accept gifts. (Catera)There’s no such thing as a gift. If I were to take that from you, sooner or later you would ask a favor from me in return. Nothing in life is ever truly given without expectation. (Acheron)”

“Come home with me, Acheron. I’ll make it well worth your while. (Artemis)I have a headache. (Acheron)You’ve had a headache for two hundred years! (Artemis)And you’ve had PMS for eleven thousand. (Acheron)”

“It’s a responsibility that I take most seriously, so excuse me for banning you from killing them because you have reverse PMS. (Acheron)Reverse PMS? (Artemis)Yeah, unlike a normal woman, you’re cranky twenty-eight days out of the month. (Acheron)”

“So what do you do? Really? (Kat)Nothing. Really. It’s boring as hell. Artemis won’t allow me to bring anything here with me. No guitar. No Cartoon Network. Occasionally, I sneak a book in just to watch her wig out when she finds it. (Acheron)”