“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)”

“What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? (Shahara)Think up ways to kill me while I sleep. (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 won’t hurt you, Shahara. Only the living can do that. (Syn)”

“Shut up. Asshole. (Shahara)I live for your endearments. (Syn)”

“Save me, Shahara. Save me from the lonely nights that never end. (Syn)”

“You have some severe mental problem I need to be aware of, don’t you? (Shahara)Just because I eat babies for breakfast and pick my teeth with their bones doesn’t mean I’m nuts. (Syn)Any other weird habits I should be aware of? (Shahara)Just my need to dance naked in the streets under the light of a full moon. (Syn)”