Don't make it sound like I'm fucking a starfish, you bastard.

[Amazing, how easy it is to fall back into shit-talking like a familiar habit, like an old friend. Polnareff is thirteen years distant from him and he's turned half into a monster and yet this, this, it stayed the same.]

...It's fine now. You know that, right? Those guys down there — this Diablo guy, whoever — nobody's going to touch you, not here. Not anymore. I've, I'll, I can...I can...I'll figure it out.