AIM TO KEEP YOU ALIVE

"Go ahead. Shoot me. Be a man."

"It looks like you’re out of ideas."

"How can you read this? There’s no pictures."

"Come now, I’m being more than generous."

“I warn you, child… if I lose my temper, you lose your head! Understand?”

"If you’re not with us you’re against us."

“We wouldn’t want to miss old Daddy’s celebration, now, would we?”

"Game. Set. Match."

"These people are traitors and must be made examples of."

"Come on out and fight!"

"I’m surrounded by idiots."

"So much for true love!"

"Thank you for detaining my victim."

"Hiding, are we?"

"A lesson needs to be learned here."

"You can’t get something for nothing, you know."

"Did you hear that, my pet?"

"They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch."

"How marvelous! How marvelous!"

“If I can teach a parrot to sing “God Save the Queen,” I can certainly teach this savage a thing or two.”

"Did you forget who you’re talking to?"

"I think this one would be better off stuffed."

"We haven’t discussed the subject of payment."

"Whoa. Is my hair out?"

"Life’s not fair, is it?"

"Just name your price, dear."

"Insolent… coward!"

“I may have something wrong with me,” He says softly, “But I’m not that fucked up to abandon a friend.” Trust goes a long way and while Delsin always had his own promises, and maybe it’s his own mistake, he trusts easily, quickly. They held each other’s lives in their hands. A militiaman and his leader in one hand, two people stranded in a hellhole under the sea in the other.

There was no point in not trusting Atlas. The man had goals.

  That was a title he hadn't heard in a long time. He always was the leader, sir, or plainly Atlas. But never had they willingly called him anything as personal as that, and it was strange to think that he somehow had earned such a thing. Friend. That made his smile grow, and he slowly breathed in the cold air, it no longer as freezing as he initially found it to be. Perhaps it was the friendly warmth the other brought.

   As he witnessed Delsin sit next to him, he, with difficulty, shuffled a little closer and allowed himself to lean onto him. It hurt, sure, but he couldn't keep himself from doing it-- it was automatic in a way he couldn't precisely describe. Comforting. Soft. He hadn't properly let anyone near him in years, so this move was surprising, even to him, but he could trust the other enough  to do so; and that in itself was a good sign, one he did not show often.

"Dance with me, sweetheart".

"How are we going to think of names, Ace if you don’t find out their genders?"