“Get off the cross, we need the wood.”
“For fuck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood.”
“Oh, get off the cross!” V shouted when I shared my thoughts with her on the phone. “We need the wood!”
“Because I cursed him to it. (Acheron)Be glad I’m not physically there or I’d slap you upside the head. You know how free will works, so stop the whining and get off the cross. Someone needs the wood. (Savitar)”
“If we’re not going to get married, we need to break up. So…shit or get off the pot,honey.”“That was beautiful,” murmured Father Bruce as he opened a menu.”
“We could do it, you know.""What?""Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.”