Character: Vic

Although I serve you, I am still not your servant.

The disputes between magicians have no end.

They say that in the Limits a rule is a rule, but not the same rule. This is a true saying, I know it. I learned a lot of wonderful magical formulas on Rock, which have no power here or act at random.

- I just said this many times today.

Art, this isn't Fallout. You can't load your shotgun with your charisma!

- Who is it?
- Well, I don't know. Well, she -- she lost, obviously.
- That's our daughter, darling daughter.
- That is, who is our daughter, right?
- How could you fell asleep.
And how long is it?
Yes. Elizabeth.
- And our little girl is Priscilla.
- So you are not alone?
Our daughter doesn't count. She was born by caesarean.
- She looks familiar to me.
Yes. Us too.

- You ask a lot of questions - will disappear again, ' she said without expression.

- A good name.
- Well... you're Not living with him.

What day is it today? she asked.
An excellent question, given the circumstances in which it is specified. I was expecting something more boring declarations of love or proposals to join some secret sect... "What day is it today"! Was from what to come to confusion. I came.

But you person inferior. Instead of friends and relationships, you have sarcasm and a gun.

I will die at dawn, you have a few hours.

Behind my back silently rose Vic. I silently put his hand on the sheath of the blade.
It's called "good morning"?
It's called "no illusions" - I corrected.

- And you go out there and get cracking! growled he Mortifera. I can't stand his game and simply pop. You urgently want to see Sveta's father. And between us boys, it charges a hunting rifle! So tell me what I interrupted you aggravate your guilt!

To disappear completely disgusting. Something like semen dried on the sheet.