"Stop looking on the bad side of all this. --I mean sure the Bentley is /slightly/ dinged, a little beaten up, making weird noises... Almost un-driveable really; but on the bright side, we're both alive. Well you're not, but I am.. So on the bright side I'm alive."

      If it were entirely possible,
   the skeleton looked to be on the verge of tears.

   His body was held almost forcefully strong,
   head tilted at an unfamiliar angle,
   fists clenched,
  teeth grit—-

            “– Valkyrie–”
   
 Oh God, even his voice is torn.

     “If you.. mention one more time how HORRIBLY HURT my   p o o r  Bentley is..
    you won’t be living… very long– all right?
 Good. Understood….
 W–where’s my phone? I need to make a call.”