Kore: I’m sorry. Must everything be like this? Like telepathy, like heroin, this crawling itch that can’t be ignored?

Kore: I can’t let go of any of it.

Kore: He said you were healed. He promised you were.

Kore: Yet I can’t let it go!

Shane: Ow. Geez.

Kore: You watched me shoot forty-eight men in the face and you never flinched before.

Shane: Did I?

Shane: Did you?