It takes all sorts of people to make up the underworld

I do not use the word home lightly. So when I sigh it into the crook of your neck, Believe that your spine is a timber frame, Your kiss a welcome mat, And your enveloping arms my front door

every time i planted my roots i had to rip them out. i do not settle any more. i do not believe in homes. i do not stay - i go; i leave; i disappear. i do not come back; i arrive never the same, forever unsettled.

She sins to forget that she has a heart.

I’ve fallen off the wagon.

Ew, you broke your rule for someone with a tail? You had that one coming to you, I don’t even think I can muster up the energy to feel a little bit sorry. Or even to laugh; it’s not even irony, just stupidity on your part, Han. Which merman was it? Or was it a mermaid? They’re at least better looking than the fish boys.

How’s your flirting skills?

Because you had such a high success rate on the Isle of the Lost.