Jinx: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my homicidal genius. I'll wait.
Silco, not looking up: You and me.
Jinx, tearing up: Okay.
Jinx: *Accidentally hits Silco in the face*
Jinx: *Trying to decide between saying 'I'm fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*
Jinx: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!
Silco: What is wrong with you?!
Silco: Let's just say... I am a reverse necromancer.
Jinx: Isn't that just killing people?
Silco: Ah, technicality.
(BONUS)
Jinx: ME TOO!
Silco: Someone will die.
Jinx: Of fun!
Jinx: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I'M SORRY]
Silco: What's that?
Jinx: Remorse code!
Silco: I'm even angrier now.
Jinx: I learned some very valuable lessons from this.
Silco: I'm guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should've taken away.
Jinx: Death isn't real, and I'm basically God.
Jinx: I actually have a black belt.
Silco: In what, karate?
Jinx: No, from Gucci.