Your wish is my wish.

“He's not a monster, he's a teddy bear," Eve said defiantly. "He's my teddy bear…”

“Tasting what could have been—what should have been—didn't make it easier.”

“Yes,” he assured her without hesitation. “I thought I was broken too, that I’d …”

“I like ’em feisty. Especially with that twangy accent you got going on. I’d giv…”