The Sanguinarian2008

Yalel Thomas:
A little help, Christoph. Lest your hands are broken.

Christoph:
As good as, crippled in my misery.

Colonel Payton:
It is an unhappy bedfellow. Leave it.

Christoph:
I am wedded to it. I have, at gunpoint, ceremoniously betrothed my every breath to it. I lay down at night with it. It holds me there, as my skin crawls, with its iron nails and stone shoulders and its incessant and cutting whine.