Scorpia Rising

You're my closest friend and you're thousands of miles away.

A German philosopher once wrote that he who fights monsters must take care that he doesn't become one himself.

Inside every fat man, there's a thin man trying to get out.

He who fight monsters must take care that he doesn't become one himself.

He had tattooed all of the names of the men he had killed on his body...unfortunately he had run out of room.

Then why don't you go and ---- yourself.

You couldn't trust anyone or anything that belonged to the world of espionage.

They didn't just live with secrets. Secrecy surrounded their entire lives.

To enjoy something fully, you had to own it.

Death is the same for the one who dies.

And what of the vicar? The word sat at the top of the page, underlined. That would suggest some sort of operation involving religion, but frankly, church was the last place you would expect to find anyone from Scorpia.