Politics

"What are you doing?!" The short cold barrel touches your lips. It tastes like iron and hell.

"You're not the law. I am the law!"

"You're not the law. I am the law!"

"That's fucking right, no need to hide anymore -- I'm a proud Revacholian!"

"More ammo on our belt for the remainder of the investigation. Good find, detective."

Bow down before the flag. [Finish thought.]

"I will make it okay with the power of rock and roll."

"I'm sorry for killing you."

The lieutenant nods with evident respect. "It's quite a lot, even for someone who's been on the force for nearly two decades. Usually clearing more than 10 cases a year puts you in the 90th percentile of all RCM officers..."

"I'm not really sure what you're supposed to say at these things."

"Got drunk like a megastar?"

"It's quite a lot, even for someone who's been on the force for nearly two decades. Usually clearing more than 10 cases a year puts you in the 90th percentile of all RCM officers..."

"Here's to you, honoured dead."

"I walked the land telling whores and liars of the End to come. There are 9,855 days remaining."

"Probably a some boring office job. Same as everyone else."

"The Gloaming comes for all, but it came first for you."

"I feel like I just went around apologizing all the time."

"She's a woman. She doesn't know how to use a sword."