All that mattered was that Boyd was there. He was there for Sin, and when Sin opened his eyes to look at Boyd once more, Sin ignored all the self-doubt and paranoia. Because at that moment he somehow knew that Boyd always would be.

— Santino Hassell

Americans are interesting creatures. They criticize those who speak their language with a slight accent but have no issues with butchering most other languages, my name included.

— Santino Hassell

Being with him makes me feel different.

— Santino Hassell

Freedom is not worth it without him.

— Santino Hassell

Generally ‘training’ went something akin to this:“So what you have to do is

— Santino Hassell

He'd lost the only part of his life that made it worth living because of a couple random fucks. How ridiculous.

— Santino Hassell

His voice wavered, and he looked down abruptly, at last making some vain effort to hide the shameful tears that tracked down his cheeks even as he continued to pin Boyd against the wall. 'I wish I could hate you. God, I wish I could fucking kill you for doing this to me. Why couldn't you just leave me alone if it was going to be this way?

— Santino Hassell

I don't want to go back to the way I fucking was. I don't want to go back to being alone and having to be nothing but a weapon. Furthermore, I don't want to pretend that I don't--" [Sin] stopped again and realized with a vague sense of humiliation that he was about to display the ultimate form of human weakness. "I can't do it without you," he grits out. "I won't.

— Santino Hassell

I love you, Sin," he said hoarsely. "I missed you so much."" I love you, too." Sin's voice was still thick and husky. "I came back for you. Because I wanted to find you, because I wanted to remember you.

— Santino Hassell

It doesn't change that I still want him, I still want to be with him, I still feel like the fucking air has been sucked out of the room when he walks in, and I still think about him all the time.

— Santino Hassell