It’s been seven years since I left. It’s no paradise - but it’s home. And it’s worth saving.

How would you feel about helping me kill some evil bastards?

In a thousand years, when I’ve all but forgotten how to love yet again, you’ll flit back into my heart, and I’ll weep, wondering what happened to my mad love.

You smell very delicious, but I will not bite you.

You could've asked me to do the same - to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But you didn’t. And I’m grateful.