Kevyn: We're on our own, Sis. You, me, and a short Company of UNS Marines against two of the most fearsome warships in the galaxy.
Breya: Don't write Haban out of this fight yet, Kevyn. He's half A.I. you know. He can work miracles with that tank squadron.
Kevyn: If he's half the A.I. I think he is, your husband already pulsed an order to the tanks, and they're scattering in nine different directions.
Breya: Our love is deeper than that. We'd die for each other.
Kevyn: Sure. But how about dying for nothing?
Breya: You have no romance at all. That's why you're not married yet.
Kevyn: Did you hear that? It sounded like denial.