You play grown-up games, you face grown-up consequences.

Johnny: Know that data's cause enough for MaxTac to max-murder you?
V: They'll have to get in line.

Slider: Me, my temple - we are one. My eyes and ears are everywhere.
Reed: This isn't a temple, it's a malicious daemon mill. And you're no priest, you're a two-bit bandit and murderer.

They say pain's a deal between body and brain. You can break it, throw the pain away, bury it. Whole lotta horseshit.

Ah. Two walking corpses. One has risen from the grave, while the other seeks it.