“Whatever you want it to. You wanna leave all this behind and hide somewhere in the Yatól or Bein Sith Mór Mountains? Let’s go. You want me to kill Zurie, so you don’t have to worry about her chasing us? I’m not entirely sure I’d survive, but I’d certainly fucking try for you. If you asked me to cut off my right nut just because you were feeling peckish, I fucking would... I mean… I’d try to convince you to maybe snack on something else first, but if it meant that I got to be with you, I’d do it at the drop of a fucking coin.”
