It’s Adrian Ivashkov Logic. Don’t Try To

Back To Prison. Maybe If You Fake A Heart Attack, I Can Make A Break For It. (rose Hathaway Says To Lissa Dragomir)

Oh, Hey. This Looks Promising. " We Came To A Stop Before A High, Barbwire Fence With An Enormous Private Property--no Unauthorized Personnel Allowed Sign On It. The Lettering Was Red, Apparently To Emphasize How Serious They Were. Personally, I Would Have Added A Skull And Crossbones To Really Drive The Message Home.

Also, I Didn’t Trust Any Guy Who Used More Styling Products Than I Did.

Okay, God, I Thought. Get Me Out Of This And I’ll Stop My Half-assed Church-going Ways. You Got Me Past A Pack Of Strigoi Tonight. I Mean, Trapping That One Between The Doors Really Shouldn't Have Worked, So Clearly You're On Board. Let Me Get Out Of Here, And I’ll...i Don’t Know. Donate Adrian’s Money To The Poor. Get Baptized. Join A Convent. Well, No. Not That Last One.

God Might Work On Mysterious Ways, But Hell Worked On Efficient Ones.