“Should I go for the sweet spot? Left of the spine, fourth lumbar down – the abdominal aorta? What a gusher…how do I get eyes like that?”
“You gotta kill a few people.”
“Did that. Did a lot of that.”
“And then you gotta get sent to a slam -”
“One where they tell you you’ll never see daylight again? Only there wasn’t any doctor here who could shine my eyes, not even for twenty menthol kools. Is there anything you said that was true? What are you gonna do, huh? Go for the sweet spot?”
“Remember who you’re talking to, Jack.”
“Jack’s dead. She was weak. She couldn’t cut it. The name’s Kyra now, and I’m a new animal.”
Kyra | Richard B. Riddick | The Chronicles of Riddick