[ filter; private ]
If I could ship you back to Melbourne, I would. I would put you in a cage, seal you up, and ensure you never returned. What you're making me, making her, feel makes me sick to the stomach. And the longer you're here, the more I'll feel, and these human emotions are

I thought I was stronger than this. Don't make me regret this body even more.

[ filter; absalom ]
Why are you impossible to despise?

[ filter; ronnie ]
I have something to return to you, birdie.

Am I allowed to be satisfied about a mission being resolved, or is someone going to come rip my head off for not being broken up about a pit full of dead people in mourning? I'd like to remind everyone that this is an Academy that deals with death every day. When someone is taken out, it's a terrible thing, of course, but you signed up for this. If you have a weak stomach for death, why are you here? It is going to happen whether you like it or not, and when you least expect it.

I am going to slap the next person who whines about death as if it's a new thing.

Honor your father and your mother, as the Lord your God has commanded you.

And if your father or your mother does a dishonourable thing, do you still honour them? If they've shamed you or God, are you still meant to honour and love them? Does God make exceptions for the rules, or do you honour them no matter their sins? I do have to say, out of all the Commandments, this is my favourite:

You shall not covet your neighbor's house. You shall not covet your neighbor's wife, or his manservant or maidservant, his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.

Oh, America, land of the free. How long it's been. I have half a mind to go back for a visit to someplace warm, perhaps Florida. Last I was there, I had a lovely run-in with a pretty redhead in-- which state was it? It began with an M, Maine or Massachusetts. Shame, I never did catch her name Katherine Owens. I wonder where my little witch has gone.

Has anyone seen my pretty little redheaded witch?