— Haven't you ever slaughtered anyone?
— He's only a child.
— No excuse.
Love/hate, hate/love. Like for mama.
— Now you're back.
— Yes, back. Back to share your joys, your sorrows — hey, everything.
— I'm not late, am I?
— Actually, we weren't expecting you for another two weeks.
— Huh. So, not late!