“Stiff. That’s why you’re strong, get it? - Tobias Eaton”

“My name is Tobias Eaton," Tobias says. "I don't think you want to push me off this train."The effect of the name on the people in the car is immediate and bewildering: they lower their weapons. They exchange meaningful looks."Eaton? Really?" Edward says, eyebrows raised. "I have to admit, I did not see that coming." He clears his throat. "Fine, you can come. But when we get to the city, you've got to come with us."Then he smiles a little. "We know someone who's been looking for you, Tobias Eaton.”

“Who there, Tobias," says the man to my left. "Werent' you raised a Stiff? I thought the most you peole did was graze hands or something." "Then how do you explain all the Abnegation children?" Tobias raises his eyebrows. "They're brought into being by sheer force of will,”

“Whoa there, Tobias," says the man to my left. "Weren't you raised a Stiff? I thought the most you people did was... graze hands or something.""Then how do you explain all the Abnegation children?" Tobias raises his eyebrows."They are brought into being by sheer force of will," the woman on the arm of the chair interjects. "Didn't you know that, Tobias?""No, I wasn't aware." He grins. "My apologies.”

“Inquisitiveness is self-serving, Johanna. -Marcus Eaton”

“There is a reason you don’t know all the things I know. -Marcus Eaton”

“Can I ask why you’re throwing knives at cheese?’‘Caleb came by to discuss something,’ Tobias says, leaning his head against the wall as he looks at me. ‘And knife-throwing just came up somehow.’‘As it so often does,’ I say, a small smile inching across my face.”