As if I've ever cared about looking good. Maybe I won't go in there at all. It'd be a shame if the last thing I ever saw was Spain's ugly face.

If I were prey, I would never go out without a fight. I'd rally the troops and drag every hunter out by whatever means necessary. But I'm a hunter. And I'm tired. Tired of helping them win, tired of killing children, tired of working for something I don't think will ever happen. I'm far too old to enjoy these sorts of games anymore.