"At one point we were angels. I try not to think about it. The fact of the matter is that we're here now and we're alone. What we do now is up to us, not the Maker or Lucifer or anything else. The war is over, we lost, but we still survive."
"If only I could talk to Humans with half your skill, makes me envious."
"We're kind of the same, except the Defilers mold creation by misdeeds."
"I don't get this. You rush to death and enjoy it? Weird."
"Why focus so much on what is to be or what was and what significance, if any, any of this has? Focus on the now."
"While other demons focus on humans, or death, or the withering of life, we focus on the practical and pragmatic. We built the walls that held the host at bay and we built the weapons that seared Angelic flesh."
"We get it already, you like to make things wither. Stop talking about it."
"It's not that I don't like you, it's just that we're just opposed at a base level on what we choose to focus on."
"I don't think ass backwards and head down is enough to describe this."
"A lot of people see us as nuisances because we like to think. That's your problem not ours."
"He's dead jim."
"Please don't...damnit, I just made that you stupid son-of-a-bitch."
