“The dead won’t hurt you, Shahara. Only the living can do that. (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)”
“Shut up. Asshole. (Shahara)I live for your endearments. (Syn)”
“Thank you, Shay. (Syn)For what? (Shahara)For looking into the eyes of nothing and seeing a man you could love. (Syn)”
“The dead do not hurt you; only the living do.”
“You’d trust me that easily? (Shahara)Hell no. The only thing I trust in life is to get fucked over by everyone around me. (Syn)”