Nick, space. Now. (Acheron)
Go, Nick, fetch. Here, boy, here. You should let me borrow one of those leather collars you wear and give me a tag with Kyrian’s number on it. ‘In case of loss, call my owner.’ (Nick)

“Now there’s a sight you don’t see every day, huh? Two punked-out Goths throwing…”

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“Unfortunately, the heart played its own tune, and it was deaf to what the head …”