I see you, Jon. I see you.

Seeking murderous host, must provide own cleavers.

Let’s just say that having “former Magnus Institute patsy” on your CV started to carry some special perks.

I am in charge.

• Maybe we both die. Probably. But maybe not. Maybe, maybe everything works out, and we end up somewhere else.
• Together?
• One way or another. Together.

• Sorry. No wonder you've been so arsey.
• I've not been "arsey"-

• [Delighted] I have no idea! It's a mystery!
• Just so you know, this... this is an adorable look on you.

Please don't tell me these things.

• You ever get any weird emails?
• I'm openly trans on the internet.

I just meant that… I don’t think we’re in any danger as long as we don’t… antagonise it.

Oh, we'll cut that out of you and burn it on the altar as a sacrifice to the gods of messy breakups.

If I never hear the name Jurgen Leitner again, it will be too soon.

He feels that prickly panic building in the back of his skull, that worry that spills through: he knows. He knows I’m high. The thought leaps to Elias’ mind for only a second before he remembers that he’s not. He hasn’t lit up all day, of course not, he’s got an interview.

Seeking murderous host, must provide own cleavers.

• Oh God, what if they're growing back?
• Then I'll take a pair.

Canaries should stay above ground.

May you find your rest where no shadows are cast, and no eyes may see you slumber.

I see the sad clown, bitter and hateful.

You’re treating me like I’m somehow to blame for it all, like I didn’t suffer the worst right alongside you!

• You should try doing an apocalypse together. Did wonders for us.
• Heh. I'll give it some thought.
• Just... make sure you survive this time, yeah?
• Alice...

• Catch you next time, dearie.
• No, you won't.

Celia, are you sure that thing's legal?

Jurgen Leitner has done the world enough harm and we must pursue all available avenues to ensure that he does no more.

• That wasn't love, Sam. That was grief.
• But once someone's gone, what's the difference?

[grimly] Tea.

• Were they? Innocent?
• Some. And if not? What crime warrants what was done to them? Theft? Violence? Disrespect?

That was very stupid.

• [Delighted] I have no idea! It's a mystery!
• Just so you know, this... this is an adorable look on you.

Oh, that's a shame. What are we going to do with your skin now? We can't harvest it and use it for things like book-binding.

It feels like thinking through cheese wire.