Let Him Go, Julian. His Entire Body

And If You Eat Enough Of Those Souls, They Begin To Corrupt You Until You Become One Of Them. Everyone Knows That. (kat) Only If You’re Stupid. I’m Two Hundred Years Old And I Haven’t Turned Yet. You Just Have To Learn To Hum A Lot So You Don’t Hear Their Bullshit Echoing In Your Head. (damien)

Stop The Pain.” – Tory “you Know I Can’t.” – Acheron “fine. But Next Time You’re The One Who’s Doing Labor Duty. I Get To Sit There And Hold Your Hand.” – Tory (and Again He Laughed. She Glared At Him.) “you Have No Sense Of Self Preservation, Do You?” – Tory

Then Why Are We Being Shot At? (syd) ’cause The Sonofabitch Can’t Tell Time. (steele)

What Would He Imagine Next? Little Hairy Beasties Tap-dancing On His Sofa, Or Other Fey Creatures Sneaking Up On Him In The Shower?’ (syn)

Are We Going To Debate Philosophy Or Should I Just Kiss And Make Up With The Demon Now? Let It Get A Good Shot At Your Throat So It Can Rip It Out? (xypher) Put Him Down Mercifully. (kat) Yes, Queenie. I’ll Make Sure And Use A Cushioned Blade. (xypher)