He’s my brother. And not by something as accidental as blood… by something much stronger. By choice.
You think you’re bold? You think you know sin? You’re still learning the language, I wrote the bloody book.
The wars were so long ago, nobody even remembers. Darkness and fear ruled until the time of the barons, seven men and women who forged order out of chaos. People flocked to them for protection. That protection became servitude. They banished guns and trained armies of lethal fighters they called Clippers. This world is built on blood. Nobody is innocent here. Welcome to the Badlands.
You want to talk about the blood, well, my heart, it has been bleeding for a while. And I think your voice is the only thing that can save it.[to Alessandra]