Such were the brittle threads of a relationship built not on trust but on a slurry of fear, mutual codependence, and self-interest. - Ian Tregillis

To lose the satchel now would prove that God, if He existed, was a truly sadistic son of a bitch.

Salazar consulted the map again. “Almost there,” he whispered. “Just another mile.”
Arthur sighed. “Wonderful.”
Anastasia rounded on him. “Go wander the tunnels on your own, you useless pencil pusher. You have zero skills of value to offer to our current situation. Perhaps you haven’t noticed, but of all the problems currently facing the city, the Guild, and the Empire, not to mention ourselves, a lack of properly filed paperwork is not one of them.”

It’s not my fault your makers made you humorless.