“Syn let out a tired breath. “I’d never hit you, Cruel. I only fantasize about strangling you.”

“Did you see a doctor? (Syn)Yeah. It’ll heal. (Cruel)Did your mom say anything? (Syn)Clean the blood out of the carpet before it sets. What could she say? Better me than her. (Cruel)”

“Syn may be too much of a gentleman to hit you, but I’m not. I’m not only ashamed to call you human, I’m completely disgusted that we share the same gender. You want to know the truth? The only filth in this room is you, and you’re the one who doesn’t deserve to breathe our air. Decent’s got nothing to do with birthright. It’s all about actions, and trust me, you’re the lowest form I’ve ever met and I’ve taken in the worst scum imaginable. But I’d rather sit at the table with them than you any day. (Shahara to Mara)”

“Where are you going? (Nykyrian)To get a drink and kill Cruel…not necessarily in that order. (Syn)”

“What now? (Shahara)I’m thinking. (Syn)Could you think a little quicker? (Shahara)You’re not helping. (Syn)You’re lucky you’re still breathing and not limping. (Shahara)”

“Why are you being so cruel? (Kiara)Honestly? Because I believed your bullshit lies when you spewed them and I don’t often make that mistake. I should have listened to myself and known that in the end, you’re just like every other sanctimonious ass out there who dares to call us callous and unfeeling. (Syn)”

“Hell, no, I’m not sober. You think I’d be doing this shit if I were? And I notice I don’t see your fat ass down here in the trenches so shut it before I forget I’m supposed to actually like you. (Syn)”