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

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.

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

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.