I Don’t Know How You Do It.

It’s Adrian Ivashkov Logic. Don’t Try To Understand It. Just Roll With It.

Okay, But If You Try To Get Me To Pray With You, I Walk.

If We Could Manage Any Sort Of Trust Again... Well. That Would Make Me Happier Than You Can Imagine

We Need To Be Together." "why?" I Asked Softly. The Word Was Carried Away On The Wind, But He Heard. "because I Want You." I Gave Him A Sad Smile, Wondering If We'd Meet Again In The Land Of The Dead. "wrong Answer," I Told Him. I Let Go

A Gun I Had Been Brought Down By A Gun. It Was Practically Comical. Cheaters, I Thought. I’d Spent My Life Focusing On Hand To Hand Combat, Learning To Dodge Fangs And Powerful Hands That Could Snap My Neck. A Gun? It Was So… Well, Easy. Should I Be Insulted? I Didn’t Know. Did It Matter? I Didn’t Know That Either. All I Knew In That Moment Was That I Was Going To Die, Regardless.