Bright: Remember at first, when we first met and you said you liked me, that was really weird, and it wasn't you know... but then we started hanging out and we became friends and...you got hot.

Bright: The only reason you wouldn't go is because you are afraid to lose us? Come on Hannah that's not gonna happen. We're always gonna be here. I'm always gonna be here for you. I know I let you down before, I promise that will never ever happen again. So it's gonna be me and you  just best friends, for life.

((You bastard. Brannah is one of my more thoroughly pleasant characters.))

Brannah’s uneasy smile widened slightly as she watched the old man’s skin draw pale, more sallow and waxen than it’s usual pallor. It had been surprisingly easy, all things considered.

At first she had hesitated to put her plan into action, but after another night of returning to Essinaya’s empty bed to linger amongst her sheets and await her return, only to be rewarded with nothing but muted sighs from the connecting room, she felt something had to be done.

She thought her patience would last. That it wouldn’t be ground down to a fine powder, so easily slipped into evening drinks and meals.