That cockroach ... that's what you are to me. A fucking plague. A dirty pest with a tiny brain. Someone steps on you ... nobody notices you're gone. You're a mistake.
Emily: Anything from the lawyer? Devante: No. A legal hierarchy at the border and now it's fucking chaos. Idiots dictating policy, making shit up as they go along. Covering their ass so they don't take the hit when the Emperor shits his new clothes.
