“You know, it’s amazing to me the wounds we carry for eternity. But what has fascinated me most these last few years is how the right person can heal them. I remember a wise man once said to me that everyone deserves to be loved. Even you. (Zarek)”

“You can’t kill me with a gun. (Thanatos)I know, but it’s fun as hell just shooting you. (Zarek)”

“And as I recall, you told me to shut up. (Acheron)I’m an asshole. I admit it. I’ve been going to weekly Assholes Anonymous meetings, but it takes a long time to undo a few thousand years of habit. And to think you have even more years to undo than me. (Zarek)”

“You could have said ‘Excuse me.’ (Zarek)I’m not talking to you. (Astrid)Love you, too, babe. (Zarek)You really are an animal, aren’t you? (Astrid)Woof, woof. (Zarek)”

“It wasn’t a gun wound. I just fell. (Zarek)No offense, but you’d have to fall of Mount Everest to have those kinds of wounds. (Astrid)Yeah, maybe next time I’ll remember to take my climbing gear with me. (Zarek)”

“Come away with me, Astrid. (Zarek)Why should I? (Astrid)Because I love you, and even if I’m lying on the sun itself I’ll be freezing there without you. I need my star so that I can hear laughter. (Zarek)”

“(Zarek attacks Valerius.)Cease! I know it’s been a long time since you were around another Dark-Hunter, Z, but remember, whatever you do to him, you will feel it tenfold. (Acheron)Pain I can take, it’s him I can’t. (Zarek)”