It's written in our DNA somewhere: our children first, the rest of the world second.

“I never did have much, so having it rough came with the territory. I was condit…”

“Moi?” He put his hand over his heart and did his best wounded-innocent look. “Y…”

“He's named you heir apparent to the Apocalypse. Congratulations.”

“You have to schedule your epiphanies. And be patient.”