Books 1-3, Oversimplified:

Books 1-3, Oversimplified:

Rafal: I knew it. You're Evil!

Sophie: And whose fault is that, darling?

Rafal: ...

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Agatha: I hate you and you're an idiot!

Tedros: Well, I hate you and... wait, hang on, I love you.

Agatha: Great. Now what are we going to do?

Tedros: I—

Agatha: Stop talking. That was a rhetorical question.

Tedros: Wonder what Sophie's up to these days...

It’s probable that the most pathetic, Rafal-core thing one can do is pack one’s black and navy shirts in a suitcase before leaving because one has to let a small, open wound breathe without a bandage and can’t visibly seep blood all over the sleeves of good, white shirts. 0/10. Would not recommend.

After Fall, if Rafal had lived:

Rhian: [sets a plate in front of his brother.]

Rafal: [with scrutiny] Watercress and egg. These are the wrong sandwiches. Again.

Rhian: Oh, don’t be like that.

Rafal: I need a vacation.

Rhian: From what? You haven’t been working. And you’ve been on leave for months!

Rafal: [cradling his head, rubbing his temples] From you. I need a vacation from you. I deserve one. And, wait, you think raising an army of a hundred traitorous students isn’t work?

Rhian: You only work when it’s to win and spite me.

Rafal: Exactly. Has it really taken you this long to realize it?

Rhian: [grumbling under his breath] Memento vivere.

Rafal: What was that, loser of mine?

Rhian: You've never dated anyone. Do you even have a type?

Rafal: Of course I have a type. An archetype.

Rhian: That's not—

Rafal: The magus, the archmage, the black magician, the ruler, the trickster, the magnificent bastard, the king of spades...

Rhian: [rolls his eyes]

Things That Could Only Be Said by Rafal - Part 1

Rafal: If I must be killed, I don't want to be killed to death.

This one's only vaguely thematically relevant.

I hope no one minds the frequently posting; I'm cleaning out some drafts.