Thought(Grant): God help the poor thing. ...God help me.
Narration(Grant): Xander has kidnapped two innocents. Satanists have taken over the government of Eynhallow. Every supply shipment more crazy folk show up, and Xander takes them all in without question. That's not required by the settlement. No one asks him to shelter them. No one forces him. He's looking for something that he'll never find. Because he wouldn't know a friend if one ran over him with a tank. Delusional freak.
Xander: You don't know me, Rhelan.
Grant: Yes Eugene, actually I do know you. I've known you for forty years. You can't just expect her to wake up and run to your arms!
Xander: This is not the place to argue.
Xander: She'll be my Cinderella. Library?
Xander: I mean it. She'll work in the fields with everyone else.
Xander: One day she'll stare up at the castle just like the rest of them and wonder what's inside.
Xander: I'll win her.
Grant: Pish.
Xander: And you're going to keep an eye on her.
Grant: I've already got the boy to look after! What are you going to do in all my spare time?
Xander: I have my annual phone call with the secretary coming up. The sheep are starting to get inbred. There just aren't enough.
Xander: I'll need a thousand more at least. And she'll complain that we're exceeding our budget. Then I'm going to say something nasty and get very upset.
Xander: I can't take care of impressionable young minds in a state like that. I need you.
Xander: So, here's to the status quo.