I’m sorry. I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you. - Lois McMaster Bujold

"This is important! But you have to stay absolutely cool. I may be completely off-base, and panicking prematurely."
"I don't think so. I think you're panicking post-maturely. In fact, if you were panicking any later it would be practically posthumously. I've been panicking for days."

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Madame Vorsoisson?” Illyan called after her, as she stood outside to let Nikki exit.
She leaned back toward him to breathe venomously, “Yes. Hang Vormoncrief.”
He offered her a sincere salute. “I shall do my humble best, Madame.”

I’d have worn them as a courtesy to your friend...I’ll wear them now as a defiance to our enemies.