(Jesus Christ. I'm the Queen of Hearts today.)
Do you know if your soul is removed early for whatever reason (like in heated negotiations with the Devil for permanent ownership of it) that the remaining stalk can be replanted and sprout a new one? It grows slowly and you have to change the water every day, like celery, but then you have a new bargaining chip with which to negotiate when you are trying to spend a hundred thousand dollars on a jet for a one way flight home for three people you care about so dearly it's criminal.
Yes, Dylan. Even you.
I might have promised my new fledgling soul to the Devil for his contacts when he stepped in at the last minute of my call to the Russians because I want a fucking plane and I want Lochlan, Dylan and Dalton on it and I want it in Vancouver by tonight.
Not gonna happen, Princess. These things take time.
Money makes it happen faster.
He can fly commercial.
(I can fly commercial, Peanut. Don't waste the money.)
I don't care.
(I don't care, Locket. If you get blown to pieces there I won't survive it.)
(But you're safe.)
(Not without you.)
Did you talk to Batman?
He's busy. He told me life happens and if he ran and hid every time a threat played out in the world he wouldn't get anything done.
He's right. The show must go on.
The show is rescheduled if the whole motherfucking tent is burning down, Cale! If you're going to use a quote like that on me at least understand what it means!
Bridget, calm down.
I'll calm down when he's home!
