No man has aught of what he leaves.

"If you have a choice in not having a choice about coming,” Fu Meng-po says, eyebrows cocked out from behind the frame of his sunglasses, “then it's not a kidnapping."

“You’re not fun,” Kuan-hung complains. “At all.”

Barry and NoHo Hank go straight for a change. Sort of.

The woman who will be Lady Jane and the man who will be her husband, Christmas 1826.

They end up keeping the dress.

Gibson is a generous giver and Hickey is only too happy to receive.

And this is the thing: Kuan-hung's not busy, and he's sure enough to think that they both know it without his saying so. But he gives a little rolling shrug of his shoulders, anyway, with his limited range of motion, and answers, "I'm not," because he can. And, "Can't you take care of yourself?"

If they cannot be vulnerable with one another as brothers, who else will shoulder that weight for them? Who else could survive it? Who else would dare risk their back and their life in the trying?

If Jiang Cheng kills him here — so long as he sits with Wei Wuxian’s body in this field until he grows cold, and he does not return to Lotus Pier — his life will have been worth its cost.

In Monte Carlo, Lermontov aims to turn Craster's head. It works out differently than intended.