End of the day, blood money's still money.

Gaze into the abyss, you'll find the abyss starin' right back atcha.
And I don't like the look it's givin' me - the kind that says there ain't no comin' back.

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.

V: New choom of mine had an accident recently. A localnet power surge overloaded his wreath and toasted the circuits. Guy's been living his life thinking he's the BD star ever since.
Viktor: Like a magnet for the weirdest shit in the city, aren't you?

Guts on the walls, blood on the floor, optical on the table. Interior decoration - Scav edition.