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Yes, I made her wait. I shut her out. Shut her down. And it killed me to do it. I shouldn't have marked her. I shouldn't have theatened her. But I was suffering, bleeding out. She didn't see it. The way she held me under. Drowning me.

Have mercy lover. I won't survive you like this. There's a piece of the painting that's been slashed away forever. Why did it have to be the wings?

One Last Battle... Before The War

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The Naboo Royal Handmaidens are a group of young women handpicked to aid the Queen of Naboo. On the surface, it appears as if the handmaidens only assist with the Queen’s gowns, hairstyles, and makeup. However, they are all trained in self-defense and remain vigilant against any threats to their sovereign. In fact, during times of turmoil, a handmaiden actually poses as the Queen. The Naboo Royal Handmaidens have been selected for their various talents as well as for their resemblance to the Queen, which is useful if a decoy is required. After being invited to join the Queen’s entourage, each handmaiden was trained in self defense and marksmanship. They often carry small, concealable blasters.

How to Save Your Own Life, Erica Jong

Death does not terrify me— the permanence of it does. One moment you're alive and full of everything the world offers you, and then for the rest of eternity, you're nothing. The permanence of death shatters me. To lay deep within the earth until the only one to remember your name is time itself. And we can promise to remember their name forever, but we too will one day become the void that they left behind in our hearts.

The Crown

Yes, we are Princes of Darkness.

Blue Bloods of Crime.

We wear the Camorra Crown.

And once you’re in, you’ll never get out.

Not alive anyway.

Square for thought.

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The Continental London

“For every shadow Her Grace did cast,

We saluted Her in the streets and in our homes.

Right from the beginning, we scattered flowers

Said our prayers, wrote our tomes.

There were Thirteen in her Court

She gathered thousands to spare.

And in the face of revolution

She was always there.

We are London

So she said

Her Grace is proud and true

We are London

And on this hour

We are here for you.”

Sir Jeremy: A proper gentleman, esquire’s esquire, a dozen titles or more. Managed by the Queen but not the one in Buckingham Palace. Owns the finest Hotel in the city, if not in England. Countless thousands stay in his rooms. He cares for them all. But they don’t know the truth. What’s hidden beneath the stairs, behind the doors, in the bowels of the Underground where he is King. And he says to the world, “My dear people - We are London.”

Sir Sable: Clever man. They say he moves like a shark in blooded water. The fog still clings to him. They speak his name in Absinthe Bars and Gambling Houses over cards and coffee cups. He can tell you everything about anything in London. He has friends who would amaze you. He knows a bloke, that knows a bloke that sold that car for that coin that likely saved your sister’s life. You should make him your friend too, is everyone’s advice. There’s something sharp about his eyes.

And he says to the world, “My dear people - We are London.”

Hannibal (2013-2015)