The kind of bs is dead. Long live the queen.

Victory was close. Just one final push. "Send in the rest," I ordered. "All wings attack. Take that base down now.

Get some sleep, soldier boy.

Is our life not exciting enough? Or do the lot of you just have some kind of death wish?

Sometimes I think you're the only thing keeping me sane.

Why haven't they killed us yet?"

"Our lives aren't important. For some reason, it's always been about her.