Balls and chains are for pens at the bank, and he's never seen a pen that looked like it could survive a level three nuclear holocaust.

Commanding that a thing be done is a damn sight different from witnessing it in person. Sometimes one needs to be reminded of this.

There is no-one here to watch Nie Mingjue, save for their ancestors, save for him.

Sui Zhou must rise eventually, of course.

Andrew makes for a bad date, even when he's not the one paying. Fletcher is determined to drag him all over New York or die trying.

The world hasn't ended, and Raleigh's pretty sure he's glad. That doesn't mean he's happy about the PPDC wanting them back.

The captain takes Mr. Hickey for his darling, with dire consequences.

He knows Napoleon is watching Gaby, just as he knows Gaby's looking right back. What he doesn't realize is that they're both looking at him.

If he cannot ask, if he cannot even bring himself to, to say, I want this of you, then how can he expect Sui Zhou to answer? Sui Zhou is a man of fewer words than he is motions, but talking is an act that most often transcends tactility in its clarity.

Diarmuid and the mute make a bed in the wilderness.