The right thing is a luxury for rich and sheltered people. For the rest of us, the only right thing is staying out of trouble and surviving as best we can.

You're naming your collector's-item, kick-ass sword that's made to maim and kill, specifically designed to bring your ginormous enemies to their knees and hear the lamentation of their women-Pooky Bear?"
"Yeah, you like it?

I'm not an actress and I suck at lying. I am also far from being a seductress. It's hard to practice the art of seduction when you're always pushing your kid sister around in her wheelchair. Not to mention that daily jeans and baggy sweatshirt do not a seductress make.

Why were the other angels attacking you?"

"It's impolite to ask the victim of violence what they did to be attacked.

Don't let my appearance fool you, Penryn. I am not human. The Daughters of Men are forbidden to Angels.

The only thing that matters in the end is your own survival. It's what humans and cockroaches are best at.