Anacostia: Petra and I are heading back to base.
Scylla: Back to the belly of the beast. I worry for the beast.

All: Goodbye, sister.
Anacostia: Goodbye, Mother.

Gregor: Hey, you OK?
Tally: Not yet. But I will be.

Petra: Are we going to have a problem?
Nicte: My fight isn't with the Army anymore.

Anacostia: How do you want to handle this?
Alder: We fight to our very last breath.

Abigail: "Hey, Camarilla"?
Tally: It was all I could think of.
Gregor: To your credit.

Abigail, we can't fight [the Camarilla] in the middle of that [witch plague]. That's suicide. We have to fall back.

Raelle [to Abigail]

We will meet the Camarilla with storm and fury.

Petra

If Nicte is executed, that's one less witch in the world. And that's just what the Camarilla want, for us to keep killing each other while they sit back and watch.

Abigail

Anacostia: See, I'm intelligence now. If I told you, I'd have to kill you.
Sterling: Then I'd die a happy man.

Raelle: I'm not going on any tour.
Izadora: That's above both of our pay grades, Cadet.
Raelle: No, it isn't.

I'm human. Somewhere along the way, you forgot you were too. Welcome back.

Petra [to Alder]