Reilly's closet looked like Marilyn Manson's. Assuming he'd been reborn as an accountant.

“At the last minute, she bobbed left so that he stabbed the wall she'd hit, trap…”

“Indeed, Xcor stayed away for the wrong reason, the bad reason, an unacceptable …”

“Marissa, " he mumbled, taking her hand. "Don't want to see you drink so much?" …”

“Wrath jammed a finger in V’s face. “Don’t follow me. We clear? You don’t follow…”