I liked Pritkin loud and bitching, in other words, his normal state. I didn't like it when he got quiet.

You're right", I told him desperately."I can get others to do what you do. They won't be as good, but...okay. It could work. But it doesn't matter because no matter how good they are, they can't replace you. They can't because I don't need you only for what you can do. I need you...for you.

Pritkin was saying something, something I should probably be paying attention to since he was looking a little...stressed.

How could he not see all the ways he'd changed my life? How could he not know-But he didn't. It was in the way he turned his head away, when I just stood there. In the way he closed his eyes. In the small, self-mocking smile that played around his lips that I didn't understand but knew couldn't be good.

Pritkin looked surprised, the way he always did at the idea that anyone might actually care about him.

Pritkin might be a hostile son of a bitch, but he was a damn good guy to have in a fight.

Átnéztem a pólókat, és találtam egyet, melyről egy kiguvadt szemű rajzfilmfigura meredt rám. A felirat szerint „Túl sok vér van a koffeinkeringésemben”. Megvettem Pritkinnek.