Christ on a cracker. You raped Achilles!

Sweet weeping baby Jesus he has a six-pack to beat all six-packs!

He's waiting for yu, young queen.'

Shocked, I stared at Seoras. 'Heath?'

The Warrior's look was wise and understanding - his voice gentle. 'Aye, yur Heath probably does await you somewhere in the future, but it is of your Guardian I speak.

But she loves me. Me. Just the way I am.

No, my young apprentice. You said the exact right thing. Again. I'm just laughing at life."
"Why?" he asked, opening both his eyes.
"Because sometimes it's either laugh or cry. I prefer laugh. How about you?

And when you love someone you don’t always see them realistically.