Gentlemen Bastards.” hissed Locke, “do not abandon one another, and we do not run when we owe vengeance.

I’ll turn into a god of pain and disease and build an altar to you from the bones of your murderer. Their suffering will be my first odes, and they will not end until I...

I detect the activist returning with a vengence.

…when people oppose your view, you can become a lightning rod, but if I were you, I’d let them stew…

I shall yield a rifle of fury, loaded with the justice of time and the raging storm of my soul!